Her nerves spread like wings At mycelium speed Into the atmosphere There´s spores 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
Her fossorial claw Digs downwards Dissolves old pain, dug down to rot Decomposes debris Degrades
Sorrows, hair and hooves
Fossora Fossora Fossora
At last We stayed In one place long enough (Fossora) To shoot down deep hyphae roots (Fossora, fossora) (Fossora) (Fossora) That penetrate concrete and plastic (Fossora, fossora) (Fossora) (Fossora) Even though the ground is burnt (Fossora)
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