Analysis of My sun rises on the feather in my hand

Watch this
I'm magic
See the peaks I climb up
Rise above the creaks
When I'm on shaky ground
And rock crumbs sink my defeat
Or the TV screams
My only self defence
Shakes myself
The early bird
Deserves the empty lament?
Hit again by negative vibes
I ride the waves
Of our rays of sunlit sighs
Removeable pain in pure light
Greets neon spoke
The mark of regret
Needs this spark dinner jokes
But there's a whole world of
noahs ark and winner winner
This chickens now heated up
Good job
Maybe ill always be
a fresh beginner
Smile you won
I'm on the wrong side?
Now I'm the true sinner
That may not take the win
But what goes up
Might not come back down
So even regret doesn't
Make the dinner
Shine on little sun
Try again
Everyone
And/or one day
forgive yourself, it's already done
Fogotten in heaven and hell
Before you even decided to tell
To move on aswell
Or drown in this empty well
Of mass 'resurrection'
and glass turned
feathered turtle shells.