Cyberfungi (Intro)

I cling to anything
Not to sink anymore

In this quicksand, am I still breathing?
Scratching the walls towards the ceiling
Gravity hurts if I can't fly

Cyberlogical key
Psycological flee
Can we taste, smell, touch, look and listen all the sky?

I cling to substantial things
Not to sink anymore
To rise in the dark
To move up my core