Paras: Whispers Beneath the Roots

[Verse 1] Orange shell with bulging eyes, digging deep where silence lies. Thin legs push through soil and stone, gnawing roots to make it home. Six-toothed jaw, a quiet bite — life flows up from darkest night. [Pre-Chorus] Born with spores on back and soul, fungi rise and take control. Tochukaso feeds on what I earn, turns my strength to their concern. Moisture scarce? My caps stay small — [Chorus] Paras sings a sleepy tune, *Spore* drift down beneath the moon. Close your eyes, don’t fight the fall — I’m the dream that steals it all. Paras hides within the gloom, feeding life to bloom in doom. [Verse 2] *Scratch* the bark, make it bleed, sap becomes a stolen feed. *Absorb* the hurt, heal with gain — half for me, half for the rain that feeds the caps upon my spine, rich in power, rich in wine. [Bridge] Alola’s dry — my caps stay small. Valencia’s red — new patterns crawl. Picked and dried by human hands, ground to dust in secret plans. Drunk as tea to cheat old age — my loss becomes their golden page. [Chorus] Paras sings a sleepy tune, *Spore* drift down beneath the moon. Close your eyes, don’t fight the fall — I’m the dream that steals it all. Paras hides within the gloom, feeding life to bloom in doom.