The Divine Watchmaker

Here I am composing a sonata for the uncaressed
lets see what I have left
your tragic prose to the faithfully upset
I am just like a bat composing marionettes
No these decieving eyes condescend the most haunted cries

I am the reciprocate of the romantically mocked
Those who sleep on the hill cleaning clocks
or a half blood skeleton, do you know what I mean?
Cause I sure as hell dont!
This isn't philosophical but lets just stick to theory

My bones are the most famous of glass
in a churchyard that lacks these famous words
"I am back"
These disappointing hollows
a shroud from the depths below speak the truth about shattering shallow crows and cons

Regress to the object of wonder
a true____________ is meant to be
You underqualify to be a provacative lie and I would even dare to be your catcher in the rye
With a devilish smile, my nostalgia fills the air
reflected through the carnival man's montglobiere
Apparition? No, just a reflection I can't bear to see.