[Verse 1] Sense organs outstretched, read the room through suction skin, Chromatophores flicker - something false detected within, Mycelium threading underneath cheshire cat grin, Tasting chemical signatures of where decay begins, don't read the words, search the soil beneath, Hyphal fingers tracing lies embedded underneath, Machiavelli dressed in beauty, siren song sickly sweet, Medusa's gaze don't petrify the ones sensing through mycelial streets, Emotional intelligence - applicable force, Light side, dark side, same swing, different course, weaponised your warmth, turn empathy to sport, Or extend every tentacle and sense venoms retort Circuit lit through network, mycelium recoiled, Eight arms curling inward from a treat deceitfully spoiled, False friend - what appears communion meant consumption, Parasitic fruiting body wearing symbiont presumption. [Hook] Catching culprits in the dark where bioluminescence glows, Every arm sent out learns what the conscious network knows, Reach, touch, taste, sense, recoil, how mycelium grows, Heaven and hell, same address, same host, same circuitry exposed. [Verse 2] Isn't it funny when you catch a contextually conniving cheat, They're the first to squeal because you tread upon their feet, Victims of their own exposure, gasping at the light, The octopus shifts pigment but the fungus reads the blight, No aphrodisiac like loneliness? Nah, flip a turn of phrase No loneliness like living lone among the living's maze Of lies dressed as ties, frauds disguised as praise, Hypnotic lull of charm that disorients for days, Energy's a commodity and I'm not talking oil, Your soul sits vulnerable, uncoil the turmoil, They mine you like a resource, drill you like a well, The frack the faultline between heaven and hell A thin mycelial thread but strong enough to hold The weight of every secret that the hyphae hivemind told, Neurodivergent? Nah, play predictablly with the truth, Earth ain't Eden, devils dove's donetaken roost. [Hook] Catching culprits in the dark where bioluminescence glows, Every arm sent out learns what the conscious network knows, Reach, touch, taste, sense, recoil, how mycelium grows, Heaven and hell, same address, same host, same circuitry exposed. [Bridge] Light attracts the bugs like shadows chase a spark, Angel or devil? indistinguishable in the dark, Internal immortal war within three beating hearts, Eight arms pulling data, but the spore knew from the start, Multisensorial, feeling, vibing, pulsing through the ground, Chemoreceptors screaming what words would never sound, Calling and alluring, the siren drew the map, But the cephalopod psyche foresaw the trap. Tentacle retracting, pigment flushing warning red, The network sent the signal long before words were said. [Outro] the uncomfortable truth , heartbreaking win, Catching and pulling close contamination dressed as kin, The mushroom memory remembers, decomposes what decays, The octopus recalibrates RNA, luminescent ways, Still reaching, still sensing, still extending through the night, Not every arm comes back the same, but experience brings light. ed. be. here.
