[Verse 1] The gate stood open, rusted thin No voice to warn me not to sin Vines grew wild where hymns once played The altar cracked but still obeyed [Verse 2] The lilies bloomed with teeth beneath The roses bled through jagged wreaths The soil was rich with ash and bone And every tree hummed all alone [Chorus] This is the garden without god No hand to bless, no staff, no rod The prayers rot slow beneath the moss And beauty thrives without the cross [Verse 3] I knelt beneath a hollow tree It spoke in roots and mockery Not cruel — just free of being kind A place untouched by holy mind [Bridge] Do angels fall or simply fade? Do thrones decay or just degrade? If heaven’s breath has left the leaves Then let them grow through what deceives [Chorus] This is the garden, lost and wide Where nothing answers, yet none hide The silence here is rich, not wrong And even ruin sings a song [Outro] So I lay down in thorn and vine And felt no wrath, no wrath — just time I whispered low, “If gods are gone…” And roots replied: “Then grow alone.”
