balance from dymitri by K.K. RENE

Where the blood was shed grew life of every color and every shape.
These are roots drenched in fear; tireless nature no human effort could ever replace...
and I'm a fluttering hummingbird, buzzing to and fro, feeding off of plants grown from blood I all-too-well know.
Its a shameless sort of livelihood.
I'd change my routines if I could.
But we keep this forest alive.
Nectar drips from my tongue and the pollen sticks to my beak.
This is a necessary evil and my appearance may seem feeble, but my home needs me like wolves need their teeth.

I'm going to wake up one day and denounce the sunlight,
shed my feathers and my wings, sprout my claws.
Become what all men fear, what goes bump in the night.
And I'll hunt, and tear through flesh,
and leave the earth to grow from whats left.
And they will curse me in the day, but the hummingbirds will know,
their gift of life is null without my gift of death.
But we keep this balance alive.
Blood may drip from my tongue but the grass, it grows at my feet.
There is no good, there is no evil. Only blind and stubborn people
and as the trees must grow, the wolves must eat.

• Acoustic
• awful
• basement
• lo-fi
• New York