[Verse 1] Pressure in the parietal, a cobalt circuit cracking Worming out the old shell, no more surface, no more acting Nothing in the top shelf, just static in the seam Ice-cold tide from the trench line cutting through the dream No clean air where the thought-forms split Where the seabed meets the nerve grid, quick and lit [Chorus] Click—clack—lean in, let it chew Blue cap glow in the back row, pushing through Mushroom choir, teeth on the rim Hot-wire gospel, let the whole room swim Lichen on the knuckles, get it under skin Hum in the blackout, let the spin begin Hey, hey—listen, don’t pretend Deep down it keeps going, and it won’t dead-end [Bridge] Down in the basement wit a spore-cloud grin, (Ha!) GLITCHED OUT in the frontal fold! Skull map bent, cosmic detour They’re murmuring... I catch it... the hyphae want more... Mycelium gossip in the dirt like, “Move, not yet.” Moth-eaten theory, back alley prophet! [Verse 2] Pulse through the optic nerve, a saltline data packet Old film on the eyelids goes shaky, then it hacks it Nothing here to hold, no hook, no rail Just a wet little universe under the fingernail Filaments twitch, and the ceiling starts to sing Whole place now a laboratory, whole head ah-ring-ah-ding ding! Blue through the blood, and the vessel slides low While new tiny kingdoms open where the dead signals go
