[Intro] (whispered, distorted) Every network's got a signal, every signal's got a host, (grrrr) you thought your body was a temple (Heh-heh-heh) it's just a switchboard at most! [Verse 1] Under your skin is a web, they don't teach you in school, fascia lit up, running currents for a fool in sync with the idea it's solid, it's still, it's dead nah — it's a live wire singin songs, vibing in your head excitable tissue, same math as a nerve FitzHugh-Nagumo don't care who it serves you feel that tiny itch underneath your skin? that's not nothing — that's the network, synchronising [Hook] (chant, layered vocals) Spread through the fascia, spread through the ground same wave, same math, no borders found fungus in the gut, fungus in the soil one long signal, one continuous coil (spore rot — spore rot — taking what's inside) (spore rot — spore rot — you can't run, you can't hide) [Verse 2] Physarum solving mazes with no brain at all slime mold remembers, slime mold don't stall Ophiocordyceps climbing up a spine that it dont own puppet on a string, marching to a beat unknown melanin conducting, charge running black and slow extracellular vesicles — the mail nobody sees go cell to cell to cell, kingdom don't matter here gut, brain, soil, fungus whisper in your ear [hook] Maybe the wall was never really there between the fungus and the fascia and the air maybe "self" was just a story that we tell while the network hums beneath us like a bell [Verse 3 — unhinged] Wave don't stop at skin, wave don't know a name mycorrhizal handshake running through the frame of every root, every gut, every grey cell in the dark one continuous current, one electric spark you laughed when they said mushrooms talk beneath the trees wait till the signal reaches you and brings you to your knees [Outro] (whispered, fading, heartbeat under it) one wave... one host... one network...
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