Illogic - Birthright lyrics
[Illogic - Birthright lyrics]
Today has been an obstacle to overcome
The polyrhythmic numb sips statistics
Liquidated over the dry ice to come
Some are truth combined with lies
Equal six million ways to die
And only two reasons not to choose one
The gruesome brilliance
Gripping on to the lifeline of the mic-line
Floodgates open to obscure mind lashing
And plane of exist crashing into this
Everlasting black market
As the grains of time run out of room to fill
I consume the buds that bloom with skill
Then cast the rest on flower beds
Keepin' 'em warm with this
Blanket of language
Givin' pillows of thoughts to lay they heads
Redundant like season changes
The cycle's clear
When my ego has landed after fall
I want spring to randomly appear
And the sky to rotate
So the North Star is in the East
With tapestry constellation sheets
Sized so a diamond-studded
Supernova can't compete
I'm tired of being discreet with crews
Where they use my handprint as tattoos
My birth certificate reads
"One of the illest incarnated, and this baby
On this day
18th day of nineteen hundred and eighty
Before walkin', plucked the sword from stone
Held in left hand, hoisted over shoulder
Awaiting to grow in to my throne"
Hold my hand and accompany Ill
To the edge of demise
But the saner in conjunction
For a vanity holocaust so die
Mannequins stand lost on felt-tips
Eyes cry ink of many hues
Payment of dues is behind schedule
Yet you're laundry's impeccable
Skeletons stand neatly in closets
Veiled by velvet drapery
Broken spirit of the storm capsizes
Ships and rapes the sea well I sit and study
With dim-lit desk lamp and favorite mug
Sipping hazelnut chai but with bare
Feet on bearskin rug
Watching the ceiling fan
Inspiring me to rotate irony
Like nuns trapped in purgatory
Walking in circles of piety
Raising ladles of lamb's blood to their lips
And allowing it's thickness to purify this
Land of derelicts
It would be best if you desist
Sprint into the foxhole you're not whole
No matter
Kicks the spiritual things I rock souls
Floating in glass houses, tossing boulders
The weight of the hate caught you off guard
And collapsed your shoulders
Fragmented pieces of human shrapnel lay
Across this field of battle
Life gives you a one-way ticket
To a herd of cattle
And free passes for grazing
In the passions of conformity
Dormant as I attempt to topple
These columns of supporting normalcy
You choose to dwell in a
Time capsule of yesteryear
Clearly locked in place with combination
On fingertips of fear
The polyrhythmic numb sips statistics
Liquidated over the dry ice to come
Some are truth combined with lies
Equal six million ways to die
And only two reasons not to choose one
The gruesome brilliance
Gripping on to the lifeline of the mic-line
Floodgates open to obscure mind lashing
And plane of exist crashing into this
Everlasting black market
As the grains of time run out of room to fill
I consume the buds that bloom with skill
Then cast the rest on flower beds
Keepin' 'em warm with this
Blanket of language
Givin' pillows of thoughts to lay they heads
Redundant like season changes
The cycle's clear
When my ego has landed after fall
I want spring to randomly appear
And the sky to rotate
So the North Star is in the East
With tapestry constellation sheets
Sized so a diamond-studded
Supernova can't compete
I'm tired of being discreet with crews
Where they use my handprint as tattoos
My birth certificate reads
"One of the illest incarnated, and this baby
On this day
18th day of nineteen hundred and eighty
Before walkin', plucked the sword from stone
Held in left hand, hoisted over shoulder
Awaiting to grow in to my throne"
Hold my hand and accompany Ill
To the edge of demise
But the saner in conjunction
For a vanity holocaust so die
Mannequins stand lost on felt-tips
Eyes cry ink of many hues
Payment of dues is behind schedule
Yet you're laundry's impeccable
Skeletons stand neatly in closets
Veiled by velvet drapery
Broken spirit of the storm capsizes
Ships and rapes the sea well I sit and study
With dim-lit desk lamp and favorite mug
Sipping hazelnut chai but with bare
Feet on bearskin rug
Watching the ceiling fan
Inspiring me to rotate irony
Like nuns trapped in purgatory
Walking in circles of piety
Raising ladles of lamb's blood to their lips
And allowing it's thickness to purify this
Land of derelicts
It would be best if you desist
Sprint into the foxhole you're not whole
No matter
Kicks the spiritual things I rock souls
Floating in glass houses, tossing boulders
The weight of the hate caught you off guard
And collapsed your shoulders
Fragmented pieces of human shrapnel lay
Across this field of battle
Life gives you a one-way ticket
To a herd of cattle
And free passes for grazing
In the passions of conformity
Dormant as I attempt to topple
These columns of supporting normalcy
You choose to dwell in a
Time capsule of yesteryear
Clearly locked in place with combination
On fingertips of fear