[Intro — low, haunted]
Underneath the floorboards,
Where the old ghosts sleep,
I buried every promise
That I swore I’d keep.
[Verse 1]
There’s a church at the end of the gutter,
With a cracked bell and a bleeding door.
I lit a match in the mouth of the altar
Just to feel something holy once more.
I wore your name like a noose made of velvet,
Soft enough to make the choking feel sweet.
Kissed the dark like it owed me forgiveness,
Crawled through hell on my hands and knees.
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know,
Yeah, I know,
Nothing pure survives below.
But down where the dead things go…
[Chorus]
Black roses grow,
Where the sinners lay low.
Through the ash, through the bone,
Through the blood in the snow.
Black roses grow,
When the angels don’t show.
Love me hard, let me go,
Leave me buried below—
Where the black roses grow.
[Verse 2]
I was raised on a diet of thunder,
Cheap smoke and a mother’s prayer.
Daddy left with the sound of a slammed door,
So I learned how to sing to the air.
Every scar is a handwritten scripture,
Every bruise is a psalm I know.
I don’t need to be saved by the righteous,
I just need one soul who won’t go.
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know,
Yeah, I know,
Hearts can rot and still beat slow.
Deep down where the lost things go…
[Chorus]
Black roses grow,
Where the sinners lay low.
Through the ash, through the bone,
Through the blood in the snow.
Black roses grow,
When the angels don’t show.
Love me hard, let me go,
Leave me buried below—
Where the black roses grow.
[Bridge — stripped back, almost whispered]
I planted grief in the garden.
I watered it with rage.
I slept beside the coffin
And called that thing a cage.
But something reached through the dirt,
Something clawed toward the sun.
Even broken roots remember
What it means to run.
[Breakdown — heavy, snarled]
Dig me up.
Drag me out.
I am more than rot and doubt.
Cut me down.
Watch me rise.
Thorns still bloom under blackened skies.
[Final Chorus — huge, aching]
Black roses grow,
Where the sinners lay low.
Through the ash, through the bone,
Through the blood in the snow.
Black roses grow,
When the angels don’t show.
Love me hard, let me go,
Leave me buried below—
Black roses grow,
In the cracks of my soul.
Through the pain, through the shame,
Through the things we don’t show.
Black roses grow,
And I need you to know,
There is beauty in ruin,
There is life down below—
Where the black roses grow.
[Outro — fading, soft and rough]
Underneath the floorboards,
Where the old ghosts sleep,
Something started blooming
In the grave of me.
