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Written, produced, mixed, and recorded by Midas Bison.
Mastered by Eric Oehler at Submersible Studios.
Ever since I bleached my hair,
I feel the curls unfurl in the open air,
And I feel like a child again,
Romping around on the weekend.
Ever since I made it here,
I see all of my worries tend to disappear
I feel like it's mine again,
Not just on loan from the excursion.
I feel it coming out,
I can see light in the treehouse.
I’m bursting at the seams with light.
This is my protest,
This is how I resist,
I just burst at the seams with light.
Suddenly all this life in me,
All that messy sea
Becomes a stream of fluidity.
A warm light broke over the water,
My hands unfold and reform from the slaughter,
(I can see it everywhere inside of my mind)
All my bones reset to limber,
All of that earnest finally catching tinder
Finally its just me on the open range,
Not estranged, destined to illuminate.
I wish that all my my missteps
could be hemmed by a seamstress,
Astral in process
Aiding me to fluoresce.
As the silk flows long,
the power is growing strong.
All that fear was wrong.
Holly I just miss you,
Sorry if I dissed you,
Sorry I dug tunnels, I needed my virtue.
I was smoking big then,
Rolling with the twig men,
Doing nose dives while I’m high and I’m quiet on the ropes in the deep end.
Here comes the deja vu.
Here comes the me, not you.
Here comes tethering my line to a kite and floating thru the vacant milieu.