Fruiting Bodies

Oh, lately I've been awaking at night, out of breath and feeling scared I think I must be under attack, but nothing's ever there Oh, I try to be the best version of me, so I push all the bad thoughts away But, something snaps in the back of my mind, and I think about it anyway My mind's eye is defined by contrariety I just wanna itch and scratch (I just wanna itch and scratch) People say I am not the one I claim to be Won't you tell me what you think of that? (Won't you tell me what you think of that?) A little fruiting body buds under my skin A trauma to the system's all it needs to begin No, don't come any closer! It's a trick-trick-trick And it terrifies me more than I intend to admit Left discarded and forgotten right under your nose Oh, how did we end up in here? Nobody knows! My rotting body is the perfect fit-fit-fit Unbeknownst to anybody, the mycelium grows Picture me, unable to sleep, not a sound rings out in the house The voices tell me something is hiding underneath the ground I repress my fright, and I cover my eyes and surrender myself to my fate The ones like me weren't built to last I'm not leaving it up for debate Something's wrong with the form of my identity Suddenly, I'm coming to (Suddenly, I'm coming to) I am not in the body that was meant for me Tell me what I am supposed to do (Tell me what I am supposed to do) Another fruiting body sprouts out of my skin A tiny opportunity planted within Now, look away I'm gonna be sick-sick-sick I'm not one to cry, but I have been unable to since They're coming after me I can't run away They hear me screaming in fear They think it's hilarious We're coming after you You can't run away We hear you screaming in fear Isn't it hilarious? I don't know how my mind acquired these memories Tell me what it all entails (Tell me what it all entails) Now I wish I had guarded my naivety I have shed the universal veil (I have shed the universal veil) A hundred fruiting bodies burst out of my skin The countless amanitas are doing me in You're allowed to take me out if you so wish-wish-wish No such thing as second chances It's a hit or a miss! And a thousand fruiting bodies are spreading their pores It's impossible to tell which ones are real anymore My organs and the colony will mix-mix-mix Now my body is the keeper of the roots in my core