Cycles To Gehenna Lyrics
| Song | Cycles To Gehenna |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | Skelethon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs | |
| Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump | |
| Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once—pale horse painted gunmetal black | |
| Face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat | |
| Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span | |
| Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading | |
| For the dead-alive that rented parking space 372000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses | |
| Fireproof and festive | |
| Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign | |
| Knows no zen in the art of maintenance | |
| Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby | |
| Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone | |
| Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
| Outside what our fundamental sciences teach,every other mighty lion asleep | |
| Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| The man-ape translates glam thru the visor | |
| Goes in water lillies | |
| Am-scrays | |
| Giger, and man—ray | |
| Crammed in a one-player campaign | |
| Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over | |
| SamhainSpan where the praying hands mandate | |
| Bars an extension of the arms | |
| They're mutating instead of being farmed | |
| Tonight beneath a marmalade venus | |
| Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us | |
| Going Ford, | |
| Jag, Datsun, | |
| Corvette, | |
| LotusAll cones you can slalom when your focused | |
| Via mechanical | |
| Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly | |
| And sanctioned by a | |
| New Yank Yorkee | |
| Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring | |
| And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie | |
| The scarfthank | |
| Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy | |
| Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
| Outside what our fundamental sciences teach,every other mighty lion asleep | |
| Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| It was less an act of hubris | |
| More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet | |
| Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia | |
| Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma | |
| Ursa Minor getting warmer | |
| I crowbar into the pecking order | |
| The dreck between the whores and | |
| Betty Ford-ers | |
| Hug a double yellow spine | |
| Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope | |
| Those little ****ers run on passion alone | |
| This is the product ofa d.i.y. inadequate home | |
| Grabbing a cabin in the-****-outta-dodge | |
| Actin' a savage in the shadows of | |
| RomeAmassed against insufferable odds | |
| Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone | |
| I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me | |
| All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling | |
| Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil | |
| PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo... |
| Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs | |
| Total disregard for a dying man' s shark jump | |
| Postmeridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once pale horse painted gunmetal black | |
| Face masking, hardshelled ebony propeller hat | |
| Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span | |
| Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading | |
| For the deadalive that rented parking space 372000 out the weekly under " Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses | |
| Fireproof and festive | |
| Corners like a twotired tiger so a tootired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign | |
| Knows no zen in the art of maintenance | |
| Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby | |
| Here is how a great escape goes when you can' t take your dead friends names out your phone | |
| Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
| Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| The manape translates glam thru the visor | |
| Goes in water lillies | |
| Amscrays | |
| Giger, and man ray | |
| Crammed in a oneplayer campaign | |
| Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over | |
| SamhainSpan where the praying hands mandate | |
| Bars an extension of the arms | |
| They' re mutating instead of being farmed | |
| Tonight beneath a marmalade venus | |
| Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us | |
| Going Ford, | |
| Jag, Datsun, | |
| Corvette, | |
| LotusAll cones you can slalom when your focused | |
| Via mechanical | |
| Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly | |
| And sanctioned by a | |
| New Yank Yorkee | |
| Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring | |
| And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie | |
| The scarfthank | |
| Mom' s new hobby, kssssht! copy | |
| Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
| Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| It was less an act of hubris | |
| More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet | |
| Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia | |
| Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma | |
| Ursa Minor getting warmer | |
| I crowbar into the pecking order | |
| The dreck between the whores and | |
| Betty Forders | |
| Hug a double yellow spine | |
| Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope | |
| Those little ers run on passion alone | |
| This is the product ofa d. i. y. inadequate home | |
| Grabbing a cabin in the outtadodge | |
| Actin' a savage in the shadows of | |
| RomeAmassed against insufferable odds | |
| Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone | |
| I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me | |
| Allcity galvanized bikes white knuckling | |
| Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil | |
| PS I wrote this on a selfdestructing memo... |
| Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs | |
| Total disregard for a dying man' s shark jump | |
| Postmeridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once pale horse painted gunmetal black | |
| Face masking, hardshelled ebony propeller hat | |
| Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span | |
| Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading | |
| For the deadalive that rented parking space 372000 out the weekly under " Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses | |
| Fireproof and festive | |
| Corners like a twotired tiger so a tootired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign | |
| Knows no zen in the art of maintenance | |
| Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby | |
| Here is how a great escape goes when you can' t take your dead friends names out your phone | |
| Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
| Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| The manape translates glam thru the visor | |
| Goes in water lillies | |
| Amscrays | |
| Giger, and man ray | |
| Crammed in a oneplayer campaign | |
| Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over | |
| SamhainSpan where the praying hands mandate | |
| Bars an extension of the arms | |
| They' re mutating instead of being farmed | |
| Tonight beneath a marmalade venus | |
| Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us | |
| Going Ford, | |
| Jag, Datsun, | |
| Corvette, | |
| LotusAll cones you can slalom when your focused | |
| Via mechanical | |
| Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly | |
| And sanctioned by a | |
| New Yank Yorkee | |
| Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring | |
| And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie | |
| The scarfthank | |
| Mom' s new hobby, kssssht! copy | |
| Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
| Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
| It was less an act of hubris | |
| More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet | |
| Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia | |
| Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma | |
| Ursa Minor getting warmer | |
| I crowbar into the pecking order | |
| The dreck between the whores and | |
| Betty Forders | |
| Hug a double yellow spine | |
| Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope | |
| Those little ers run on passion alone | |
| This is the product ofa d. i. y. inadequate home | |
| Grabbing a cabin in the outtadodge | |
| Actin' a savage in the shadows of | |
| RomeAmassed against insufferable odds | |
| Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone | |
| I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me | |
| Allcity galvanized bikes white knuckling | |
| Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil | |
| PS I wrote this on a selfdestructing memo... |
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