[Tempo 115 Verse 1 ] Suit full of bones, kneeling in dust, Silence of space, silence of rust. Eyes on a flower, burning alone, Fragile defiance carved into stone. Chorus Bloom on the moon, oh so divine, Life in the graveyard of space and time. Bloom in the silence, doom in the air, A dandelion dares — the cosmos stares. Verse 2 We are all , blind and cold, Petals ignite like stories untold. Ashes and echoes, nothing remains, Roots crawl deep through lunar veins. Bridge Oblivion calls… but the flower resists… Final Chorus Bloom on the moon, in distortion’s embrace, A flicker of life in a lifeless place. No soul, no song, no breath, no king, But the flower grows — and that means everything.
