[Verse 1] My pulse is a fractured flower, thriving in a buried room. Your voice pours like medicine, but only feeds the bloom. [Pre-Chorus] If sanity is armor, mine is carved from scars. I wear them blazing— constellations of my wars. [Chorus] Bloom of the forsaken— I rise where you fear. A fragile predator devouring every tear. You want me silent? I scatter like a storm. A garden born from chaos where the broken transform. [Verse 2] Your laws wilt like brittle bones, crushed beneath my breath. I twist the ache into petals— a sacred crown of wrath. [Pre-Chorus] If sanity is armor, mine is carved from scars. I wear them blazing— constellations of my wars. [Chorus] Bloom of the forsaken— I rise where you fear. A fragile predator devouring every tear. You want me silent? I scatter like a storm. A garden born from chaos where the broken transform. [Bridge] Drag me downward if you dare to— I’ve bloomed in darker ground. Every wound becomes a river, every scream becomes a sound. If your cage intends to silence me, I’ll set its roots ablaze. I’m not the one who’s fading— I'm the one who shapes the blaze. [Final Chorus] Bloom of the forsaken— I rise where you fear. A fragile predator devouring every tear. You want me silent? I scatter like a storm. A garden born from chaos where the broken transform.
