Screenplay Illogic

[Verse 1]
There’s heights I wanna reach, but I lack the wingspan
And direction to execute the use of canvas seat brush hand
Conglomerates of flesh monuments wade in shallow pools of drool
Hovering slightly above the surface of inertia’s pedestal
Pigeon on a quest to lay a rest is pushing full mission
Placing pen and pad on the altar to at least have my tools christened
How can you be content with jugular snub? Think it’s bug
That I’d rather be the noose than the owner of the neck it hugs
I practice killing thoughts by tossing brains into a tub filled with diluted blood
Drop in a radio and slept unplugged ’til minds muffled
Traumatized, eyes on death’s entrance
A step beyond human comprehension but even angels have limits
Paradise is the other side of the door, I’m looking for a portal
I’ll only leave this earthly coil when time reminds me that I’m mortal
Until then I’ll remain weightless, and y’all can stay weighed down
Despite all the faces, I continue to cage sound
The orphanage is an oasis of overturned ground
For words to blossom from pages, I gotta hit the stage now
The evidence of evolution in music sets a precedent for muses
Uninspired by the stares and the snares of Medusa’s hair, useless -
Rhyme jargon, equals lavishness, lavishness lethal
If you drink, think before you pour because accidents cause people
Don’t be mad ‘cause I focused on accuracy for the sequel, candidly
Filling the syringe to spray truth from the needle, rapidly
Painting a masterpiece with the mediums illegal
‘cause it’s extracting color from the fresh feathers of a bald eagle
Casually I search for God in a world beneath this evil
In a dark city were I’m odd because my math is an easel
With canvas matted to perfection, this lesson isn’t to please you
It’s to place you in a slideshow and reveal the fact you’re see-through