The gray wind bites the red clay floor
I lock the latch and bolt the door
The sky is thick with heavy grit
The fungus lamps are dimly lit
Silt and ash in a howling wind
Where the giant mushroom stems begin
Silt and ash on a salted plain
Wash the gray powder off like rain
Amanita grows in the loam
The striders call the wasteland home
I prune the spores with steady hand
The strangest bloom in all the land
Silt and ash in a howling wind
Where the giant mushroom stems begin
Silt and ash on a salted plain
Wash the gray powder off like rain
You walk the dunes in leather boots
I tend the deep and thirsty roots
The salt is white upon your skin
The sulfur storm is closing in
Silt and ash in a howling wind
Where the giant mushroom stems begin
Silt and ash on a salted plain
Wash the gray powder off like rain
Dig the hole in the blackened soil
Wait for the heavy blood to boil
Hold the stem till the petals flare
Tear the poison from the air
The strider steps across the mud
A sudden rush of copper blood
We plant the seed in caustic grit
Until the dying embers hit
Silt and ash in a howling wind
Where the giant mushroom stems begin
Silt and ash on a salted plain
Wash the gray powder off like rain
Silt and ash
Keep it green
Silt and ash
Clean the sheen
