Celestial Clockwork

[Verse 1:] 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 [Hook:] 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 [x2] 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 [Sample:] 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