[INTRO] we came back like they warned us not to the garden was louder this time like it remembered our footsteps snails were singing in tongues leaves repeating our names in morse and the angel was stretching vines over the gardens back [VERSE 1] the garden whispered the garden screamed angels with lemurian glow eyes dipping thoughts like dipping dots celestially a beetle selling riddles in the shape of a beat snail choir singing trap while the petals sang heat every flower is a cassette every root has a past and we dug too deep now the future is cracked roots got voices vines got signs up the angel said truth aint a fact its a forger bassline crawling up my spine foreshadowing and the raccoon texting coordinates inside a punchline [PRE CHORUS] the saints of the ancient face are coming bass starts thumping something splitting underneath us the whole garden waking up [CHORUS] garden space saints in coded masks chanting in circles about who did what the garden opens when the truth dont match but closes [BRIDGE] every flower remembers every root keeps score every path through the garden leads somewhere before the angel raised his hand the whole place went still said some things grow from truth some things grow from will [FINAL CHORUS] garden space saints in coded masks chanting in circles about who did what the garden opens when the truth dont match but closes fast when you drop the bluff you wanted bass but the bass is filth and filth fractures at the root [OUTRO] at the root they go marching marching marching in
