Carnivorous Bloom

Yeah

Petals in the graveyard, halo in the gutter

Horrorcore scriptures, let the choir stutter

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet

Bloody little garden where the sunlight bled

Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath

Drippin’ on the rosary, I’m flirting with death

Broken hymen of Your Highness, I’m left black

Crown made of thorns, can’t give that back

Throw down your umbilical noose from the black sky crack

So I can climb right back, yeah, I can climb right back

I bloom in the tomb with the roots in your ribs

Every heartbeat feedin’ all the sins I did

Venus flytrap with a Jesus complex

Prayin’ over carcasses, I’m blessed by the wreck

Crucifix tongue when I spit these nails

Every bar a plague when the ink exhales

Monarchs in a mausoleum, wings cut raw

Chrysalis of skin hangin’ from the drywall

White lilies got a taste for the soft of your wrist

Petals lick blood, that’s botanical bliss

Perfume smellin’ like a hospital drip

IV of iodine in the Eucharist sip

Angels in the cobwebs, weavin’ up a shroud

Cherubs in the sewer singin’ psalms too loud

Halo like a razor on a tripwire spin

Try to walk straight, get your whole face skinned

Choir in the background hummin’ out threats

Every “Hallelujah” leave a cigarette burn on my neck

Heaven got a dress code, I showed up in regrets

Now the orchids chew my fingers when I reach for respect

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet

Bloody little garden where the sunlight bled

Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath

Drippin’ on the rosary, I’m flirting with death

Broken hymen of Your Highness, I’m left black

Crown made of thorns, can’t give that back

Throw down your umbilical noose from the black sky crack

So I can climb right back, yeah, I can climb right back

Angel hair pasta on a porcelain plate

But the strands turn to tendons when it touches my face

Red sauce lookin’ like confession on a napkin

Mouth full of sins, every bite reenactin’

Baby’s breath brittle like the chalk of a spine

Crush it in my fist, sniff the funeral line

Little ghost petals in my windpipe choke

Sayin’ “Grow up” while I cough out smoke

Umbilical mic cord looped ‘round my throat

Every verse stillborn when I step in the booth

Label want a miracle, resurrect the sales

So they hang me on a hook and they milk my nails

Placenta in the speakers, I was born off beat

Doctor cut the cord with a gold front teeth

Ever since then I been rappin’ in reverse

Tryna climb back in the womb through the umbilical verse

Gothic little garden with a God complex

I baptize maggots in the runoff stress

Holy water drippin’ from the faucets of rust

Every prayer turned mold when it touched my trust

I’m a cherub with a chainsaw, grin too wide

Carvin’ psalms in the bark where the dead birds hide

Paradise lost in a 16 track

Lucifer’s producer when I punch in facts

If grace is a wound then I’m stitched in red

With baby’s breath growin’ from the holes in my head..