If you stare at a blank wall long enough
You start to see patterns where there are none
Little flecks of paint or smears or dry rot
Little stains of what you've become
Spreading like a fungus
Across your stinking hole of existence
Just keep staring
The fungus might diffuse
Might even produce
A little bit of meaning
Woah-oh-oh
I just stared at the walls cause there was something wrong
My walls were beige. Plain. Plain as they come
Across, there was a fungus eating my walls
And eating my mind
I didn't know it at all
I just stared at the walls and tried to ignore
That being alive was becoming a chore
I was breaking down, I was giving up
I was becoming the wall I was building up
Woah-oh-oh
We want to live
We want to ache
I want to suffer
I wanted to break
The heart ticks harshly against a beating clock
Spitting poison through my vessels and into my thoughts
We want to live
We want to thrive
I want despair
I want to die
The walls they pulse with the temples' beat
And I don't want to hear it
No I don't want to hear it
But I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
Spreading like a fungus
Across the whole of my existence
It's what I've become
Now it's who I am
I would try to resist it, but I know I can't
It's spreading like a fungus
Spreading like a fungus
It's what I've become now
Now it's who I am now
Spreading like a fungus
Spreading like a fungus
It's who I am now
I would try to resist it
But it's spreading like a fungus