[LYRICS]
Most copious brain soaked in opiates
Notice how the phobias appropriately procreate
Woke up with a ghost farm focused on his groceries
When they aren't telling stories, they are multiplying grossly on the lawn
Let em loiter, never let em spawn
The apparitions have been drinking this water for too long
So when they gather by the birdbath in the morning he will tell em
I mean no disrespect, but you have all outstayed your welcome
Interesting, in a sense
Interrupt commiserating phantoms on your picket fence
How quickly they will lift their heads
And breathe an ultimatum like the dead don't argue
Said you're living by the bayonet, but how alive are you
Shit, A is all juice and bad etiquette
Elbows on the table, lobster bibbing on the ready-set
He said, but how alive
I don't know homey, you decide
No, you decide, fine

How alive, too alive
How alive, too alive
How alive, too alive

And one by one around the yard til each one felt communal pride
Like they had done their little part in cleaning up the public
With a steaming plate of justice for them Easy Baker stomachs
We the legends that hunt with the unremembered
Geriatric lore in the clutch of the budding censor
Who snuck around the art police and all related governments
To infiltrate a human lung and hike up off his tongue and lip
Money's in the market for a mother ship
Double as a vessel that drag its legacy under it
And who am I to hang them out to dry by the heap
When if rehydrating fails, we're all dumber because of me
Zombies of the antiquated nation chatter quietly
The too alive channel from the library of rivalry
And summer's in the mud, winter's by the tracks
No story goes untold, Aes is back

I got a handful rocking the same poker face
Down to dance around the table like they own the place
You look like you've seen a ghost
I got the whole world thinking it's a holiday
Cause they can smell the chum in the water from miles away