yeah trippy trek in the biome deep roots lets dig im trading the pavement for ancient and strange vegetation evading the mundane embracing my woodland fixation eradicating expectations vibrating with mosses im tossing the bosses discarding societal losses a feral rebellious felon whos stealing the secrets of soil ill let the whole modern world boil as i casually uncoil in foliage a sovereign of savage and psychedelic knowledge im chopping it up with chanterelles the thick mycelial mass tell civilized classes to kiss my magnificent ass im passing on plastic this magic is purely organic a manic botanic mechanic my roots are titanic im the witch in the woods with the ultimate joke laughing so loud that im starting to choke tapping the fungal network taking a drag living unbothered discarding the bag im weaving right into the thicket these wicked new syllables spilling the villages villain but strictly this forestry feeling is thrilling im chilling with centipedes building a symphony out of the dirt aint no corporate ladders to climb so theres nobody getting hurt just a barefooted revolutionary legendary lung capacity spitting this forestry flow with an absolute blatant audacity the canopy speaks and the branches acknowledge my total anatomy im shedding the layers of fabricated and fake modern vanity a fungal and fierce federation deep meditation in muck i genuinely totally utterly dont give a singular fuck about any trends i got intricate friends in the ferns just watching while the wicked little wheel of societal worry burns deep down where the rotting roots twist i found every truth they dismissed its a prank a hilarious prank keep your cash ill take dirt in the bank chopper flow dropping exactly like a heavy canopy of cedar im the solitary visionary psychedelic forest leader bleeding into nature a bizarre creature of the loam i finally found the frequency that let me build a proper home far away from the chatter the clatter the painfully bleak im the peak of the freak that you actively seek when you speak to the mud to the blood of the pine perfectly fine yeah the cosmic and absolute ultimate punchline is mine im howling right up at the moon completely immune to the doom a mushroom matriarch watching the wilderness beautifully bloom trippy trek deep in the mycelial web we are laughing
