It's all welling up inside of me,
'cause I just can't seem to find the right key,
and I'm lyin' on hard floors
behind locked doors,
just waiting here to be set free, I can't see - my soul's as salty as the dead sea and
my heart's buried beneath snowed capped mountains of debris,

but I'm a fruit tree,
and my roots grow deep,
I won't flee -
so I'm flowing up and out
like magma against the gravity,
I'm rising up and out
like the leading tone to middle c,

resolution, start a revolution,
be the queen bee -
stir up the hive -
harmonize the mind -
get 'em on the grind ' to sing
cotrapunctal voices,
leading to find '
the existential keys
to remove the debris,
to remove the roof
in order to find the proof
and deconstruct the paradigms
of the bourgeoisie!

soak in that vitamin D,
that sweet stellar soul honey.

tweet tweet buzz like the
birds and the bees

let's set ourselves free,
let's set ourselves free