Where did I come from
Where did I go?
Where did I fall from
Can I say no?
Am I existing
Or faltering in time
With all these
Spirits that shape and twist
And align
Spirits that tap and peek at my mind
My ego is fragile
It can't win no battles
I see a warrior standing at bedside
All of my dancers here on the frontline
Packin' machetes and jade
The new world masters brigade
No picket fence, just edges laid
No picket fence, just edges laid
Well played
I'm wounded in becoming
Wounded in becoming
The wildberry tree
Wildberry tree
When the willow starts to speak
When the willow starts its speech
I'm wounded and becoming
Wounded and becoming
The wildberry tree
Wildberry tree
When the willow starts to speak
When the willow starts its speech
And my wounds are deep
And this moon is sacred
Where do I hide my faith in?
Can I follow the mystics that play
A big drum?
Can I fall into a rabbit hole just for fun?
Can I lead and you follow?
Can I spit then you swallow?
Do I need a buss down Remmy wave
Or can you see that my monsters ain't playin'?
My ghosts are delivering fades and
All my scars are here to stay
I'm wounded in becoming
Wounded in becoming
The wildberry tree
Wildberry tree
When the willow starts to speak
When the willow starts its speech
I'm wounded in becoming
Wounded in becoming
The wildberry tree
Wildberry tree
When the willow starts to speak
When the willow starts its speech