Fruiting Bodies (feat. Gumi English)

Oh, lately I’ve been awaking at night

Out of breath and feeling scared

I think I must be under attack

But nothing’s ever there

Oh, I try to be the best version of me

So I push all the bad thoughts away

But, something snaps in the back of my mind

And I think about it anyway

My mind’s eye is defined by contrariety

I just wanna itch and scratch

(I just wanna itch and scratch)

People say I am not the one I claim to be

Won’t you tell me what you think of that?

(Won’t you tell me what you think of that?)

A little fruiting body buds under my skin

A trauma to the system’s all it needs to begin

No, don’t come any closer! It’s a trick-trick-trick

And it terrifies me more than I intend to admit

Left discarded and forgotten right under your nose

Oh, how did we end up in here? Nobody knows!

My rotting body is the perfect fit-fit-fit

Unbeknownst to anybody, the mycelium grows

Picture me, unable to sleep

Not a sound rings out in the house

The voices tell me something

Is hiding underneath the ground

I repress my fright

And I cover my eyes and surrender myself to my fate

The ones like me weren’t built to last

I'm not leaving it up for debate

Something’s wrong with the form of my identity

Suddenly, I'm coming to

(Suddenly, I'm coming to)

I am not in the body that was meant for me

Tell me what I am supposed to do

(Tell me what I am supposed to do)

Another fruiting body sprouts out of my skin

A tiny opportunity planted within

Now, look away I'm gonna be sick-sick-sick

I'm not one to cry, but I have been unable to since

They’re coming after me

I can’t run away

They hear me screaming in fear

They think it’s hilarious

We’re coming after you

You can’t run away

We hear you screaming in fear

Isn’t it hilarious?

I don’t know how my mind acquired these memories

Tell me what it all entails

(Tell me what it all entails)

Now I wish I had guarded my naivety

I have shed the universal veil

(I have shed the universal veil)

A hundred fruiting bodies burst out of my skin

The countless amanitas are doing me in

You’re allowed to take me out if you so wish-wish-wish

No such thing as second chances

It’s a hit or a miss!

And a thousand fruiting bodies are spreading their pores

It’s impossible to tell which ones are real anymore

My organs and the colony will mix-mix-mix

Now my body is the keeper of the roots in my core