written, performed, produced, mixed & mastered by Adeem Maria

Lyrics

It’s true that I’m a kind of complicated dame
I don’t even know my original name
I’ve been changing the damn thing since I was younger
A kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger

And I’m a baptized, stylized blue-collar boy
A poetry, rotary expression of joy
Stitched up with sidewalks and time clocks that rattle like thunder
I’m a kid with a mixed up head fervent for the hunger

When I dream, I dream in color
But I mostly do not dream
And I have seen God through the curtain when I’m just barely asleep
She is holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
I’m starving but there’s nothing here I can eat

It is true that I have tried on different faces before
And toiled over things I’m not responsible for
Captured by every philosophy trafficking wonder
I was kid with a mixed up head, just fervent for the hunger

And I’m a holy ghost, lamppost
Poet of sorts
A rain drop, machine shop
Radio source
Sutured with lip gloss and hot sauce and Indian summer’s
A kid with a mixed up head, fervent for the hunger

When I dream, I dream in color
But I mostly do not dream
And I have seen God through the curtain when I’m just barely asleep
She is holding out a basket full of scones and other treats
I’m starving but there’s nothing there I can eat

And I’m finding new charcuteries
Mix & match until I find a meal that’s suiting me
I tire of these spinning wheels
Metaphysical combo meals, wholly illusory

When I dream, I dream in color- though I mostly do not dream
And I can see God through a curtain when I’m just barely asleep
And she is holding me in silence, and she looks like me
We are the same thing