I cut myself with music and only bleed poetry And use the shards of art to scar my hardened heart so I can know it beats The opened hole in me is so discreet you won't believe Oceans dispose of me so I'm known to float in the coldest streams Oh and dreams make me wonder what life is I like this, so it seems, or only till night hits Hi, I'm righteous, right? Ignore all of my sins And I will spin the light in tight with poetic license I may be crazy but lately it validates me It makes me feel out of place but I'd take it over callous and lazy The hours hate me, escape me like the powers that may be Fate negates me from a towering great to cowering baby Listen a little, not to get sentimental but within the beginning It's how I existed, endowed with the bliss of not knowing anything Now I am pissed, the potholes are plentiful Living with risk and stuck with a cup that is never full Work like a log, sleep like a dog, sweat like a hog from my genitals Then I'll pretend I'm a gentleman when I'm judgmental, indifferent and unpresentable Living it within the ritual shifting and drifting it, dissonant, feeling ephemeral Really in general minute to year I been living in fear of the chemicals When the pretenders begin to grow then you know it isn't clear distinguishing friend and foe I ain't distracted by flashiness Disastrous lashing into space's blackness 'till the fabric rips Succumb to hatred, escape it and summon happiness I stay creating something from nothing and that's what magic is Imagine this, sitting and wishing that I was alone Quitting and bitching 'bout not getting thrown a different position or part of a bone Give in submission and bow to the throne, oh isn't it desolate out on your own? Isn't it stressful, depressing and sour knowing your power was stolen? The crown had told me so boldly my only hope was debt And so they stole me wholly and sold my soul for a broke cassette I won't forget the way they poked and prepped, I overslept Hoping to coalesce though awoke in knowing that omens crept I swear this isn't how this is supposed to be Holding ghosts to me closely engrossed and posed as the host it feeds So many told me to focus solely on rosaries Supposedly holding these beads alone would sow the growth I'd need Still I'm sure I'd get kicked to the floor at heaven's doors If I insist consistently that I missed every metaphor I never been sure my presence is born of a benevolent lord In this ineffable score but I'm honestly sure I'ma be begging for more Bored, I swore it's stupid to stand it Today's truly a beautiful day to take its beauty for granted Ooh and this planet truly is doomed due to the humans that ran it Every foolie loosely knew but gave the blame to their grandkids And so we stand pissed at our ancestors and mankind Born with eyes clamped under bandanas and hands tied Pantomiming, fantasizing and romanticized When every freedom we been believing's deemed as a band of lies Why? Well if it ain't power it's cowardice It'll devour enshrouding us if we allow it and bow to this The wickedness existent within this system is flowerless So we rip out the roots and transmute the meaning of "how it is" Dig? To shift the path as if gaseous When in fact it is aqueous is the pact of the magicist To bend energy plentifully tempted to mend the patches is The talent that we have, it's ecstatic and that's what magic is Matter fact I craft enacted metathesis Then travel inward intimate into intergalactic pits Whether you're pacifist or militant activist today We stay creating something from nothing and that's what magic is That's what magic is Like that's what magic is Said that's what magic is