Celestial Clockwork - Illogic

I walked into a life of tainted dreams and gumball machines

Nestled between the window seat and the drain of the main stream

Watching chaotic daylight stand stern on horizon’s table

Mock the moon with liquidated stars lapped from a ladle

Looking glass has limited view when you’re trapped in a label

Still borns' turned action figures when they’re stacked in a cradle

Thorough bred disorientated from running laps in a stable

Loss of direction sparks the search for a map in the fable

Leave me to hunt for scavengers with eye patches and peg legs

Use planks to punish perpetrators so the seas will stay fed

I taught that snake in the grass to roll over and play dead

When the seed of the righteous is planted in belly of hybrid companion

They fled with torn a silver spoon and lips grasped

Cherishing the John Hancock or some jock on your lips clasped

Find your own only path this is my territory to tell a story

Tailored in three pieces flag, oxygen and thesis

I’m nursed by the bosom of a Columbus compass

Since birth walking the line of life of rhyme to see which will die first

It took me awhile to realise the fact that I’m cursed

With the given gift of anointing so only the truth can be dispersed

It disappoints that conjoint twins are more individuals than most

So I hunt the industry as a phantom until all my words become ghost

Celestial clockwork is an elixir

Simplifying in obscure picture

So sip the defiled mixture

Concocted by purity’s twisted sister

Now the trees are more beautiful on this side of the mountain

Plush springs run in abundance I drink direct from the fountain

But the dream was opaque the stream was perfectly clear

That an acute disorder of paradise would exist if I die here

So lie down your pitch forks and raise your pins to the clouds

Till they’re struck twice by lightning sparking styles to move crowds

Fish in the pond can’t understand the concept of dry land

So they swim aimlessly unbeknown to the purpose of which I stand

Don’t ask a question, if you don’t want the answer given

Time is an illustrious liquor if the candle ceases to flicker

Driven to a life of constant death no choice but one

Children rise from the shine hide in the shade to evade the rays of the sun

Glaciers become oceans and boulders become bevels

Icons become gods and the birth of a spawn is the birth of a devil

Individual once realised is the birth of a rebel

When I’ve dug my own depth in your faith rest in a shovel

The pedestal is crowed over bearing with trinkets a silver lined sink

Which drown me in sounds of de-evolution and if it’s not your calling to be

enlaced with the evolving of hip-hop

Then stop is the inevitable solution

I’ll work harder, Amy I’ll work harder

I promise I’ll be better

Better isn’t good enough

I don’t think you’ll ever be good enough

You don’t have it

I know it’s a hard thing to hear

And it’s not a pleasant thing to say

But it’s the truth

And I’m saving you a lot of time and pain by saying it to you now

I don’t want to be the best