Phi Kenzie - Harmony Lyrics

My melodious soul so overloaded with wholesomeness
Opened total is broken but holding hope if it's spoken it
Shows a growth reawoken in sober moments I floated in
Roping boats of my memories, rowing over serenity
Grossly sloping obscenities empty entity nobleness
And the coldest of shoulders content with endless amenities
Center so tender, a roller coaster adventure
I'm close to mending it gently with vocal roses and splendor
Just a tenor and tempo of tempered energy bending knees
Meant to tentatively sentence ineptitude to a remedy
Of empathy to everything, like entering a reverie
Remembering abstention from irreverence of enemies
Envy a' plenty suspending good of the many
To hand out candy to anybody that puts in a penny
When the planning has ended you'll understand that the message
Is represented in an answer in your breast: your lasting vestige

Flow so floating
And my foes are frozen
Flow so floating
And my foes are frozen
Ghosts can close in
But I poem write over them
Ghosts can close in
But I poem write over them

I got a soulful melody, an elegy to the lsd
Befell it's fellow foes a felony in embellishing
A registry of ecstasy enveloping the hopes
Of a pedigree integrity integrally afloat
Set free my breath in the essence of tet offenses to heavens
In leavened senses I let in and now they're lead in my headings
Settles bets in my chest and melds a wellness and guess
Lessened tension and congestion no question that it's my quest
Rested lessons on clandestine destiny immensely pressing
Confessions in my mentions contention with inner testing
Interest in self expression winter resting on my presence
Splinter emptiness of crescents connected to thicker resins
Simpler pleasance in your premise replenished within nerve ends
Render tenure to temper contemporary, incur less
Imperceptive interjections injecting a spinneret
In tinbergen's as insurance to cinder tinder internet

Flow so floating
And my foes are frozen
Flow so floating
And my foes are frozen
Ghosts can close in
But I poem write over them
Ghosts can close in
But I poem write over them