Mycelium II: Rotten Axe Lyrics

Denigrate the woods (the woods)
The Tactician won, and you knew all along
No more planets, a brand new sun
The spectrum's gone grey
Iridescence lost in what pokes through above

Rustling trees disturb my sleep
Exalt the hands that pulled me from within
Build a gable of mud
To preserve the pines
And heal your mind

I'll do what they say, and allow the branches to sway

Powers that be, provide an edict for me

Wield your rotten axe
Split the crown, then
Build, build, build, build, build

I could wish for the past
Hope for isotropic confluence
But my direction must last
And I cannot misconstrue it

Powers that be, an edict like this is a dangerous decree

Surely so, but where else can you go?

Please take me home

The dampness of night
Conjoins with my dry, weathered skin
Familiar, no doubt it's tantamount to home
But I'll rewrite it all

And only a fool would wish for the past
We just didn't match

Deign to this stark, hapless lunatic
He can still be of use
He may have been stretched
But is not yet obtuse