[Verse 1] Forest floor. Damp air. Moss under boot. Spore marks on the bark. Sun through the branches. Something moves below. [Chorus] Mushroom kind, opening the mind. Shapes slide around. A strange new world. [Verse 2] Small caps break through. Pale, close to the ground. Old wood, soft rot. You follow the sound. Deep in the trees, it keeps its own rules. [Chorus] Mushroom kind, opening the mind. Shapes slide around. A strange new world. [Bridge] Time loosens. The room goes wide. One breath, then another. Everything hums. [Chorus] Mushroom kind, opening the mind. Shapes slide around. A strange new world. [Outro] The light goes thin. The path comes back. Mushroom in my head. Mushroom in my head.
