paroles de chanson Dead Orchard Teachers - Mycelium Culture

Lowering my head... in a search for a teacher... a teacher
Bowing all the way to the ground... to see it's world... it's world

Lowering my head... in a search for a teacher... a teacher
Bowing all the way to the ground

Flick the cap... eat it's crown...
The spores become another lesson

Wrap the stems around your tongue...
Escape the world... expanding infinite...

Well beyond the beyond...
Built by melt... step back to move on...

No thought... just make believe...
Plucked to interleave... static in the face of an unknown god...

Weave...
It's sight into your eyes...
Then entice...
The dormant opposite in all... ah...
Accept your demise...
With your insides...
Hung to dry... to cure the soul...

Release... to hold a smelted piece of gold...
In peace we fold into an empty box...
The skin is mold... accelerates rot...
Preserve the old
Pins that grow through the eye in lock... n

The ring is holy... a circle to pluck your mind right off...
See all... with your eyes... rolled back
We crawl to uproot parts buried by lies and flaws...

Confront all your foes in a cube of thought...
Accept its edges then carve them off...
Become one of many...
E pluribus NONE...
Face the embers in the tears of an angry sun...

Feel the details... it drips upside-down from your grip and lungs
Free-fall... through the swirling pits of fog...
Emerge from a star that was wished upon

Wake up the moment you see it's words...
All Created different to remain the same
Eat the fairy that guard the fungal gates
Reality is your spirit rattling chains...

Lowering my head... in a search for a teacher... a teacher
Bowing all the way to the ground... to see it's world... it's world

Lowering my head... in a search for a teacher... a teacher
Bowing all the way to the ground

Mycelium in my eyes...
Your light will always caste playful shade on all...
Evolve... microdose in a crystal ball...
Stay calm... when everything becomes subconscious...

Delivered to the mind...
Of your inner-guide...
Everything is gonna be alright...
Just let that fearful part of it die...
It all just fall...

Mycelium in my eyes...
Your light will always caste playful shade on all...
Evolve... microdose in a crystal ball...
Stay calm... when everything becomes subconscious...

Delivered to the mind...
Of your inner-guide...
Everything is gonna be alright...
Just let that fearful part of it die...
You'll begin to float when your planet falls

This life is real and not

Harvesting the elders in a phantom orchard...

This life is real and not...

Foraging the keys... that grow in their past decay

This life is real and not

Harvesting the elders in a phantom orchard...

This life is real and not...

Foraging the keys... that grow in your past... grow