| frightening clarity of sound | 
| lack of right and left | 
| absence of top and bottom | 
| no one will find us in this forest | 
| we won't be found | 
| behind the collar rain and autumn around | 
| down the collar rain and well | 
| rain down the collar and I'm on glass legs | 
| I'm up the stairs I'm down the stairs | 
| and the forest exploded in the eyes | 
| the forest breathes with a network of myceliums | 
| network of myceliums | 
| network of myceliums | 
| yeah | 
| fire our friend mushrooms our enemy | 
| fire is our friend mushrooms are our enemy | 
| water is our friend mushrooms are our enemy | 
| fire our friend mushrooms our enemy | 
| fire is our friend mushrooms are our enemy | 
| water is our friend mushrooms are our enemy | 
| fire our friend mushrooms our enemy | 
| fire is our friend mushrooms are our enemy | 
| eat your enemies | 
| take their power for yourself | 
| eat your enemies | 
| take their power for yourself | 
| we will die today in this forest | 
| we won't be found | 
| we won't be found | 
| and there in the fog trees with eyes | 
| stretched out their hands to me hello, | 
| and under the feet of moss with soft lips | 
| grabbed my ankles hello, | 
| and above me is a black raven, oh | 
| in slow circles | 
| and next to the pine woodpecker tuk-tuk | 
| I turned to the sound turned and saw | 
| like trees under mushrooms overgrown with eyes | 
| stretched out their hands to me hello, | 
| and the moss underfoot with soft lips | 
| grabbed my ankles hello, | 
| and above me is a black raven, oh | 
| in slow circles | 
| and next to the pine woodpecker tuk-tuk | 
| I turned around at the sound I turned around and saw | 
| like trees under mushrooms overgrown with eyes | 
| stretched out their hands to me hello, | 
| and the moss underfoot with soft lips | 
| grabbed my ankles hello, | 
| and above me is a light raven, oh | 
| in slow circles | 
| and next to the pine woodpecker tuk-tuk | 
| and the day between us does not end | 
| the day between us does not end | 
| we will be born in this forest today | 
| sculptor fire | 
| walks in circles | 
| and the night between us does not end | 
| the night between us does not end | 
| no one will find us in this forest | 
| we won't be found | 
| behind the collar rain and autumn around | 
| down the collar rain and well | 
| by the collar the rain and I | 
| I'm on the wings of the bark | 
| I am a jay up, I am a snail down | 
| and the forest exploded in the eyes | 
| the forest beats with a network of myceliums | 
| network of myceliums | 
| network of myceliums | 
| woodpecker trunk breaks into chips | 
| Raven flies around | 
| you are a fighter, he is a lie | 
| I am the voice actor | 
| terrain |