[Verse 1]
Down a rabbit hole
We go
As the flames grow higher
For unbelievers

[Chorus 1]
Making mushrooms out of men
‘Til she turns us back again

[Verse 2]
To a face of solid gold
Solid gold
Sycophantic fawners
In double quick-time

[Chorus 2]
The beginning at the end
‘Til she turns us back again

[Bridge]
First she'll pull your fingers off
And then she'll pull your toes
And then she'll steal the photos from your phone
(But you won't notice)
[Verse 3]
Our echo doesn’t hear us
Anymore
Hanging on a cloth edge
By its fingers

[Chorus 3]
Making mushrooms out of men
That’s okay I guess if you like this kind of, kind of thing

[Post-Chorus]
This kinda thin, thin, thin, thin thing
These kinda mushrooms
Thеse kinda ripples
Thesе kinda ripples
These kinda thin, thin, thin, thin, thin thing

[Outro]
Like this kind of thing
Like this kind of thin, thin thing
Like this kind of thing
Like this kind of thing
Like these kind of ripples