Object Unto Earth - Plea to the Abjurative Warden Lyrics

I've lost a little steam
Might need a bit more time to drift on endlessly
Abjured and disbelieved
Golden hour is rolling through and I couldn't be
Bothered I'll just sit and dream I've been owed, I paid my time
Took shelter in this tree
Fed me its fruit but then its roots grew into me
'Arrested in my leaves, I have you now' it whispered through the willows and reeds
On air it burned right out of me
I fold, I make the eyes
Through bellowed smoke scry out
'Cause we're not kidding around
Yeah, there isn't much left to cede
You give it just a bit more ground
As it culls every deed
So you're the first to know
And the last to leave
Well, I've been taking notes
You set us up, settle down
Put your mind at ease
Fair warden, one more plea
The red tape, oh! the paperwork, it's aging me
The process and the fees...
I've paid my way, I gave myself but made enemies
Ran afoul of brigands and thieves
It's all bad luck your punishing
I've been owed, I take, I find
I breathe, I burn, I'm bound