Aesop Rock

I can't really reach you

I don't know why

When you talk, it's like daggers

It sticks in my mind

Make the carbon copies

And an X marks the spot

The keys and the pocket change

Is all that you got

I know Keith Richards

At least I know his type

Five string ripper

With the devil inside

I can only conclude that it's a state of mind

When you hang our heroes all out to dry

Assaulted by distraction

And the Black Death fox

You get so excited

By Aesop Rock

Aesop will fill you, babe

Fill you up with light

Reconstruction of the same fables

You used to fear as a child

I can only conclude that it's a state of mind

And as we hang our heroes all out to dry