[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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?)

[Chorus]
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 morе than I intend to admit
Left discarded and forgottеn 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

[Verse 2]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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)

[Chorus 2]
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

[Bridge]
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?

[Pre-Chorus]
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)
[Chorus 3]
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