[Verse 1] Silver threads of spidersilk tremble in the dawn, dew resting like small blessings on the sleeping lawn. A sparrow shakes the quiet loose and warms the waking air, the world feels soft enough to hold you if it cared. [Verse 2] But leaves hide stories written in a darker tongue. A shadow moves without a sound where hunger comes from. Fur flashes through the underbrush, the spell is quickly torn, and beauty opens up its jaws the way a child is born. [Pre-Chorus] Light on the river looks holy from afar. Step closer and it shows you who the real gods are. [Chorus] This is peace with teeth in it. This is bloom that feeds on bone. This is nature’s quiet whisper turned to violence when you’re alone. Every blossom holds a grave. Every grave grows something new. Every kindness turns to hunger in a world that’s wild and true. [Verse 3] Mountain mist rolls gentle like a soft confession, but deep below the ice is set on its obsession. One crack becomes an empire falling from the sky, and snow remembers every creature that has died. [Pre-Chorus] Light on the river looks gentle till it breaks. Still waters smile while hiding everything they take. [Chorus] This is peace with teeth in it. This is bloom that feeds on bone. This is nature’s quiet whisper turned to violence when you’re alone. Every blossom holds a grave. Every grave grows something new. Every kindness turns to hunger in a world that’s wild and true. [Bridge] Parasite in petals. Roses choking vines. Beauty writes its story in the marrow of our lives. But even in the ruin something bright begins to grow. If the world devours your shadow, let your broken body glow. [Final Chorus] This is peace with teeth in it. This is bloom that feeds on bone. This is life that keeps on rising from the ruins of its own. Every blossom holds a grave. Every grave becomes a womb. In the dark behind your heartbeat something ancient starts to bloom.
