Her nerves spread like wings
At mycelium speed
Into the atmosphere
There's spores everywhere

(Fossora, Fossora, Fossora)

(For millions of years)
(We've been ejecting our spores)
(Seedlings and sprouts)
(Are shot into the ground)

(Fossora, Fossora, Fossora)

Are these not just excuses
To not connect?
Our differences are irrelevant
To insist on absolute justice
At all times
It blocks connection

Hope is a muscle
That allows us to
Connеct
(Hope is a muscle)
Bope is a musclе
(Hope is a muscle)
Hope is a muscle
(Allows us to)
Connect