| Song | Plastic Soldiers |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | Music for Earthworms |
| Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire | |
| [Verse I] | |
| The sound of silence versus the sound of War | |
| Echo death shock-renegade | |
| Crooked cynic tyrant | |
| Your ignorant bias is my Goliath | |
| Starving alliance seeps under the skin | |
| The seven deadly sins | |
| That seven elements of the malevolent | |
| The relevance of | |
| Graphic endeavours | |
| Drastic measures took for defence | |
| My secrets unfolds codes of conduct, raid | |
| Blade runner, intima-dating figment in the minds of the malignant | |
| Your opinion, not significant, bludgeon | |
| Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted | |
| Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in side-walks | |
| Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished | |
| Vanished in gritty streets til' city seeks, sleep, head, rush | |
| Scope, infra-red touched | |
| Temple's the torment | |
| Pressure point contact | |
| Crush the dormant with missing links | |
| Syncopate movement, Our troubled blockade ends but I’m blemished in the blueprint | |
| Behold of the hideous | |
| I'm assaulted by the anthems of the lesser | |
| Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure | |
| Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose passages | |
| Database entries slip through the fingers, you're forgotten | |
| A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded | |
| As Ace's hungered for upper handed plan strategy: strike force | |
| Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams | |
| A portrait of pillage | |
| Multiple put-downs paint burn marks on perception | |
| Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon | |
| The unbearable weight | |
| Contaminate little thieves | |
| Heaves, breath, the last gasp | |
| And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed | |
| Technique cast on the fresh but it's now thickly anointed, vicious cycle | |
| Ya’ll spinnin if you tread before you think | |
| The center of my web is pen and ink | |
| It’s the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs | |
| Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists | |
| The masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs | |
| Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists | |
| [Sample: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] | |
| Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [repeated x8] | |
| [sample: Mike Batt - "Zero Zero" from "Zero Zero"] | |
| Dear Colleague | |
| I am so very sorry that my son has made such an exhibition of himself with your daughter | |
| It really does seem quite out of character | |
| Although I have to admit it is quite funny | |
| Of course he's really got into trouble with his supervisor | |
| But I'm afraid he's only got himself to blame | |
| It really ... | |
| [Verse II] | |
| All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters | |
| Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms | |
| Warning I'd skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore | |
| It's that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for | |
| My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the pre-ceding | |
| Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt | |
| All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidly into humid winds | |
| Lucid lens bend sigil spectrum's drippin' shades of rays I prayed for days lacking discolouring [?] | |
| Bigots may seems to scare me I dissect voids my friend drawin' cranes with metal flanks [?] | |
| Walkers cross Battlestars I travel far my radar flips | |
| Eye of the storm following scraping my backbone | |
| I try to spring clones leaving em like tendrils, that require, | |
| more than a click-click five | |
| while figments of malignant spine pleasuring quick to pigment puddles | |
| gathered in gutters | |
| type B-negative whirlpool | |
| I swarm fool like you, poetically puncture | |
| as still in dreams while empires fall apart | |
| He a cyborg killing machine with wires in his heart | |
| I'll never know of you | |
| Emotion reads close encounters I run | |
| The last classic example of a love of mic and sample | |
| trampled pride resurrected with ample improvement motor movement mandatory | |
| Not a question of should I | |
| but I passively consumed the role casted by masters of supreme sources | |
| crafted by supreme forces | |
| Seemingly dream catcher | |
| Aesop Rock computer Hacker! | |
| See you lack a dispatch to request back up | |
| Collapsing scaffold mad pole crusher russian robot recruits | |
| we shoot starving artists 'de trops' and intrude | |
| I am waterfall | |
| I'm excluding inaudible slaughter calls | |
| Venomous survey calibrating mics for lurkin' | |
| [Sample: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] | |
| Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [repeated x8] | |
| [sample: Mike Batt - "Whispering Fools" from "Zero Zero"] | |
| This young man is clearly a genetic throwback | |
| He seems to be experiencing primeval urges and feelings which frankly | |
| unless we can terminate will contaminate others | |
| and threaten entire structure of our society |
| Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire | |
| Verse I | |
| The sound of silence versus the sound of War | |
| Echo death shockrenegade | |
| Crooked cynic tyrant | |
| Your ignorant bias is my Goliath | |
| Starving alliance seeps under the skin | |
| The seven deadly sins | |
| That seven elements of the malevolent | |
| The relevance of | |
| Graphic endeavours | |
| Drastic measures took for defence | |
| My secrets unfolds codes of conduct, raid | |
| Blade runner, intimadating figment in the minds of the malignant | |
| Your opinion, not significant, bludgeon | |
| Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted | |
| Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in sidewalks | |
| Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished | |
| Vanished in gritty streets til' city seeks, sleep, head, rush | |
| Scope, infrared touched | |
| Temple' s the torment | |
| Pressure point contact | |
| Crush the dormant with missing links | |
| Syncopate movement, Our troubled blockade ends but I' m blemished in the blueprint | |
| Behold of the hideous | |
| I' m assaulted by the anthems of the lesser | |
| Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure | |
| Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose passages | |
| Database entries slip through the fingers, you' re forgotten | |
| A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded | |
| As Ace' s hungered for upper handed plan strategy: strike force | |
| Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams | |
| A portrait of pillage | |
| Multiple putdowns paint burn marks on perception | |
| Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon | |
| The unbearable weight | |
| Contaminate little thieves | |
| Heaves, breath, the last gasp | |
| And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed | |
| Technique cast on the fresh but it' s now thickly anointed, vicious cycle | |
| Ya' ll spinnin if you tread before you think | |
| The center of my web is pen and ink | |
| It' s the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music' s martyrs | |
| Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists | |
| The masquerade merging separate flows of music' s martyrs | |
| Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists | |
| Sample: Freestyle Fellowship " Heavyweights" from " Innercity Griots" | |
| Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire repeated x8 | |
| sample: Mike Batt " Zero Zero" from " Zero Zero" | |
| Dear Colleague | |
| I am so very sorry that my son has made such an exhibition of himself with your daughter | |
| It really does seem quite out of character | |
| Although I have to admit it is quite funny | |
| Of course he' s really got into trouble with his supervisor | |
| But I' m afraid he' s only got himself to blame | |
| It really ... | |
| Verse II | |
| All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters | |
| Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms | |
| Warning I' d skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore | |
| It' s that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for | |
| My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the preceding | |
| Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt | |
| All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidly into humid winds | |
| Lucid lens bend sigil spectrum' s drippin' shades of rays I prayed for days lacking discolouring ? | |
| Bigots may seems to scare me I dissect voids my friend drawin' cranes with metal flanks ? | |
| Walkers cross Battlestars I travel far my radar flips | |
| Eye of the storm following scraping my backbone | |
| I try to spring clones leaving em like tendrils, that require, | |
| more than a clickclick five | |
| while figments of malignant spine pleasuring quick to pigment puddles | |
| gathered in gutters | |
| type Bnegative whirlpool | |
| I swarm fool like you, poetically puncture | |
| as still in dreams while empires fall apart | |
| He a cyborg killing machine with wires in his heart | |
| I' ll never know of you | |
| Emotion reads close encounters I run | |
| The last classic example of a love of mic and sample | |
| trampled pride resurrected with ample improvement motor movement mandatory | |
| Not a question of should I | |
| but I passively consumed the role casted by masters of supreme sources | |
| crafted by supreme forces | |
| Seemingly dream catcher | |
| Aesop Rock computer Hacker! | |
| See you lack a dispatch to request back up | |
| Collapsing scaffold mad pole crusher russian robot recruits | |
| we shoot starving artists ' de trops' and intrude | |
| I am waterfall | |
| I' m excluding inaudible slaughter calls | |
| Venomous survey calibrating mics for lurkin' | |
| Sample: Freestyle Fellowship " Heavyweights" from " Innercity Griots" | |
| Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire repeated x8 | |
| sample: Mike Batt " Whispering Fools" from " Zero Zero" | |
| This young man is clearly a genetic throwback | |
| He seems to be experiencing primeval urges and feelings which frankly | |
| unless we can terminate will contaminate others | |
| and threaten entire structure of our society |