Polyharmonic

Lately, I've been becoming antisocial
Holding onto grudges 'cus intrusive thoughts are vocal
Hard to forget, easily remembering
Locations of the buried hatches
Tossed before my embering

September stings, I already smell the corpses
Rotting in the daylight, dancing in cent-rifugal forces
I'm made of ash, flashbacks to the mellow yellow
Heysel pick,
Days roll by like stones and sticks

Blunt raps; we're the not doing the same shit
It's hard to flex your God complexes as an atheist
Luckily I'm agnostic, no prophets for me like no profit,
I'm so lethargic, laconic, iconic

When it suits -
I don't believe in self (sometimes)
That's the the philosophy, I've garnered and garnished
'Till garnet and pearl strings sing poly, polyphonic
I can be easily reduced, diffused, refused, polyharmonic

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It isn't fair to take in only what is given
When I know, despite my relative depths, all theirs is hidden
They find me shallow, too, lifeless as the heads among the crowd
Like we're not surfing through the city in the clouds, right?
It isn't fair to give out only what is taken
When I know, despite your infinite depths, your you is smitten
With death, too, only explanation I can find
To moving in direct opposition to what you are inside)

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I made a list of all the prisms I can calculate
Gazing into mirrors, body hollow to cohabitate
The many faces frozen for the sake of keeping my head moving straight
I can't dumb it down, that would never numb the brain

Thoughts racing, I'll catch up some day
My life's amazing, I would say, between her chest like I'm the reason she can breathe
Okay, I will admit to being worse before
Now the clouds are my aesthetic, burning man is my decor

Funeral pyres for all the me's that didn't make it
Turned to vapor by the vapid, somewhat sapient erasable yet sacred
Eraserheads blotting out the sun
Rewriting full moons, every day, to hide their ugly sums

I'll say a thousand times, I won't succumb to scum
He said it's cumbersome, I say it's lumber splintered out my fingers and my gums
Bellowing like black smoke out my lungs, but I don't puff the cess
All I do is take it and and breathe it out
My world's a mess
(I'll even bet yours is too...)

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It isn't fair to take in only what is given
When I know, despite my relative depths, all theirs is hidden
They find me shallow, too, lifeless as the heads among the clouds
Like we're not surfing through the city in the crowds, right?
It isn't fair to give out only what is taken
When I know, despite your infinite depths, your you is smitten
With death, too, only explanation I can find
To moving in direct opposition to who you are inside)