Mycelium Cortex

Spores are falling — clockwork rain
Neural pathways — in every vein
No more governments, no more chains
The fungus thinks… and kills the pain

Grow the pillars — synaptic green
Silence the riot — perfect machine
No more screaming — no more unseen
The world-brain chooses… what might have been

We are the web inside the ground
No lost voices, no hollow sound
One hundred billion threads of light
Mycelium mind — we feed the night

We never starve, we never lie
The mother spore will amplify
Your every heartbeat — mapped and known
You are not flesh… you are the drone

Roots beneath the concrete scars
Healing Earth — and healing Mars
No more nations — no more czars
We speak through water, soil, and stars

Your memory stored in chitin walls
Every whisper — the network calls
You wanted utopia — watch it crawl
The mushroom god forgives your falls

«You think freedom is noise?
No. Freedom is silence approved by the system.
The mycelium asks you:
Are you happy?
Say yes.
The network is listening.
Say. Yes.»

We are the web inside the ground
No lost voices, no hollow sound
One hundred billion threads of light
Mycelium mind — we feed the night

We never starve, we never lie
The mother spore will amplify
Your every heartbeat — mapped and known
You are not flesh… you are the drone

The mycelium dreams…
And it dreams you…
Every spore… a neuron…
You are free…
You are free…
You are free…
 …to obey.