It's All in the Alveoli

As a brick in the cellular Fortress of Annoyance,
You watch the two-step of phony clairvoyance
"And the dance begot the dust"
Taste it
Taste the hate
Taste it
Before it's too late
Before you write the national anthem
And all other language dies
Bricks like you cry the morning dew
The sun quietly dries
I think the sun is built
From time and existence alone
With no signature of guilt
But only the sun can be unknown
Surrounded by unmade lives that live
And this fortress was all it had to give
So lean against that loathsome wall
To push toothpicks
Through your skin
Push them deep until you fall
And burn it with
Your pure inner light
We have each and all
Bathe in the smoke
Disguise your scent
So no one knows where you went
Until the smoke wears off
And you land
And you're too ciliated and free
To get caught as
What you don't want to be