Her nerves spread like wings
At mycelium speed (Mycelium)
I to the atmosphere
There's spored everywhere
Fossora fossora fossora
For millions of years
We've been ejecting our spores
Seedlings and sprouts
Are shot into the ground
Fossora fossora fossora
Are these not just excuses to not connect?
Our differences are irrelevant
To insist on absolute justice at all times
It blocks connection
Hope is a muscle
That allows us to connect
Hope is a muscle
Hope is a muscle
(That allows us to)
Connect
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