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Illogic — Day by Day
Artist: → Illogic
Illogic — Day by Day — lyrics
Day by day
I’m falling more
Day by day
I’m falling more
Day by day
Slow down, you’re moving too fast (pump your brakes)
Embed you in sound with sort of the impression that lightning makes
Hands clash with Zeus at Olympus peak with cracking force
So each plugged boat, and arrow slung contorts the torch passin’
And cancer stick lashin’ performed by the carton
But, by bud-cigarette burns emotion till placin’ ashes in an urn
Cast stones over the riverbed
To watch the ripples spread, ’til the liquid crystal’s edge
Which a candy coated fantasy, tips the pixel’s head
Now how many licks does it take to get to the center of the surreal?
With diamond cluster, punctures the surface of glass shields
And dreams turn a backdrop of a guantlet of haunted stages
Razes the cash-crop field with patient grazes
Lifting every voice to sing, fumbles every year that listens
To ensure that I’ll get my roasted pigeon with all the fixins’
Famished heart muscles swallows the clock of ages; count down with each pound
I feel my future tickin’ away
Knowing only a second separates tomorrow from the day
I’m still searchin’ this stack of needles for a strand of hay
I’m nauseous. My cup runneth over with fable talkin’ on some Tortoise and the Hare bliss
Ya’ll kamikaze pilots rockin’ helmets
Every nose-dive is a tempt of fate
And descension turns ascension on the stairway to heaven’s gate
Where an angel waits, wielding a sword that bore the phoenix flame
He scanned the Book of Life seven times and didn’t see your name
Day by day
I’m falling more
Day by day
I’m falling more
Day by day
Today’s mighty oak jests yesterday’s acorn that held its ground
See, growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional
With thoughtscape tropical, sandy beaches with sunrises and sets in a frame
A picture of my perspective with no face, but three names
A trinity if you will
For instance, time’s text is just a metronome adding rhythm to existence
With existence comes mourning
As the star’s tears string the kite to symbolize that every morning is the mourning of night
And with that said, I brace my gift’s edge
With anticipation of a swan dive into the ever after of the here and now
And now I’m here where clever actors wear masks of chivalry
The apocalypse won’t be televised(but the Holocaust will be)
The guilty won’t be tried (but the innocent will be)
Gen lashes to each hound that doesn’t return with a frisbee(now that’s justice)
I’m on the outskirts tryin’ to find where the crust is
Be leavin’ my window seat. And breadcrumb the path to where my crutch is
So, I’ll fight to take another breath, even if it kills me
Because it’s the principle of the breath, not the breath itself that fills me
As a man who thinks with his own mind, according to my third name
I want to exhale fate and wait for December’s third rain
Collectin’ each raindrop in my personal petri dishes
I just brushed a lamp. A genie emerged, granting me three wishes
(One)
I live to see my son
(Two)
I rise to raise my son
(Three)
My tongue will be the device by which my carcass is hung
Day by day
I’m falling more
Day by day
I’m falling more
Day by day
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