No condescendence from That Tree by KOOB

Don't treat my words with condescension
Don't treat my words like non-essential
You'll overlap, but give me a little minute
Don't treat my words like I don't mean it

I've been starring at that wall, hours
Saw them blossom and then fade, them flowers
Jawbones are catching them falling towers
Someone's sucked the air out
I don't have enough lungs
For the air I need to store
I don't need your condescendence
Leave your condescendence for yourself
Keep it away from me
Keep it away from me
Keep it away from me
You have spent my loyalty
And now you diggin' it diggin' it diggin' it diggin' it
Tryna dig it down

Fledgling aspiring to fly
Staring into the abyss
Setting off for the first time
You must be ready to fall
I'm putting together my heart
've been lethargic for too long
I'm placing I'm placing my feet on the solid ground
Taking control of
My soul, my pain
My voice
The art of making own wrong choices
Halo
Won't shine
If you let the shining come through
The wounds, you've opened up
The bloodstream of fire and holy water's setting old days ablaze

My heart my voice
My pain my choice
Hardiness brews
Crystalizing bloody diamonds
My heart my voice
My pain my choice
Walking on hooves
Come to the Labyrinth baby
Here are the rules

Cz when a brittle butterfly
Collides into the window glass
Seeking for light seeking for height
No hope to pull it off
When a brittle butterfly
Collides into the window glass
Seeking for light seeking for height
You were reborn to
Fly

• Experimental
• Soul
• avant-garde
• female vocals
• feminist
• folktronica
• jazz
• singer-songwriter
• solo
• spiritual
• urban
• vocal
• Berlin