That's What Magic Is

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