Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Celestial Clockwork, artist - Illogic. Album song Celestial Clockwork, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.04.2004
Record label: Illogic
Song language: English
Celestial Clockwork |
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 |