Shrooms to Tombs by Servant Girl Annihilator Lyrics

Psilocibin taking hold, third eye open wide, cutting through a cemetery, looking for god
Limited sight, moon as his guide, assault on the senses, burning of eyes
Seeking out the source a freshly dug grave, spattered with death caps, a nightcrawler's maze
Thousands of legs under their skirts
Beckoning calling a face to the dirt
Captivated, overtaken, brought down, to the knees
Longing, yearning, for this mystery
What's this a shudder, the mushrooms dance, a sweeping grin spreads, his only chance
Was this god? was this love? a spell to be feared or inspiration?
Perfection of time, negation of mind, perfection of time, negation of mind
Sinking deeper, deeper still, chin to the ground, lips on the gills, what short forth from the earth, may never be known
A face, a hand a spire of stone? fish-hooked through the jaw bone, a score of spores claimed the man forever more