Illogic - Too Many Times lyrics

Too many times I’ve cried
Piercing droplets stabbing Hobbit's
Lurking in the murky depths of
Conscious without a clue
I continue to spew chunks of
Emcee lunch on the crowds
Of paper that gather at the base of my pen
Grabbed the forbidden fruit and
Taste it again
Hugged the Tree of Life twice so in a sense
Am I embracing sin?
Wading in the waters of a wasted emotion
Encased in a token I place on a pedestal
Receiving standing ovation from mezzanine
To the vestibule, in the balcony next to you
Heckling life for a price
Beckoning grace to chase down shadows to
Be boxed and shipped to consumers
Rest my head on pillows to
Fumigate the spread of rumors
Of iris of the highest form
Infect the social mainframe
Life and death are parallel states of
Exist but lack the same name
Do I have to meta-morph my
Identity to change things?
But those that stay sane are inferior
Ironic like descension only elevators
With verbs and nouns and sounds
I’m an interior decorator of mind-scape
While you people are just fish that
Can’t swim, drowning in rhyme’s lake
Y’all can’t swim drowning in rhyme’s lake

Too many times I cloaked my ideals
Too many times I let down my shield
Too many times I fell from this tree
Not knowing what was under me
And just crushed an emcee
Too many times I went towards the light
Too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open
But, I couldn’t receive until the
Stained glass was broken

Too many times I’ve wilded in
The absence of direction
Stuck at the crossroad intersection
Competing with my reflection
For sanity, up to my nose in frozen vanity
Chipping away at stone vultures
Melting ice sculptures down to
Puddles in which I
Splish splash icons ’til they’re
Dripping with verbiage
Subtle anarchy results in the
Capsize of the eye
Floating atop the liquidated plot
Of life’s screenplay
Searched the stack of needles for
One strand of hay
‘cause it’s my person last week
Just to expand today
You’re too lewd to be dragging
Flying my altitude so look to land today
The forest of forgetfulness has
Ample space for thought-scape
Beautiful arrangements of scenery
Encompassing the mind-frame
Trapped in a picture game
Leaving rhyme crumbs to find things
Smacked sand with five fingers
’til time stings come in the zone of my
Thoughts thrown to find King
I comb the zone of my thoughts
Thrown to find a king

Too many times I cloaked my ideals
Too many times I let down my shield
Too many times I fell from this tree
Not knowing what was under me
And just crushed an emcee
Too many times I went towards the light
Too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open
But, I couldn’t receive until the
Stained glass was broken

Too many times I’ve walked
This continuous staircase alone
Wandering the topless abyss to find something
Winds blow attempting to topple
The skyscraper I built
Upon this foundation of beads of sweat
Killing myself to live
With microphone purpose
Talking to a hologram image within
A half empty pandora’s box
Afraid to open and let loose
The angelic demon it encompasses
Onto with the need to discover the brilliance
Held by the iron fist I rule with
And centrific force draws my
Perspective closer to knowledge
While the agnostic pilgrimage to my
Mind’s mecca enlightens me
Further and further and further along I walk
As the bare feet are cut by these
Thorns infecting the ground of this path
Further and further along I hope
Direction will find home in my city of ideas
Further and further and further
Along I listen for my name to be yelled with
The blare of the trumpet
Calling me to end these too many
Times I wait for that
Trumpet to call me to end
These too many times, these too many times

Too many times I cloaked my ideals
Too many times I let down my shield
Too many times I fell from this tree
Not knowing what was under me
And just crushed an emcee
Too many times I went towards the light
Too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open
But, I couldn’t receive until the
Stained glass was broken