Lyrics
Do not mourn me...I was never buried...I was planted...
They found my name in the garden wallWritten in rain where the black leaves fallYou left me there with a mouth full of thornsWaiting for dawn that would never be born
I slept beneath the roots of your liesWith soil on my lips and stars in my eyesEvery secret you pressed in my chestTurned into flowers that refused to rest
I did not break where the cold winds bent meI did not fade when the night was plentySomething soft became something wildA ghost with the heart of a violent child
Black magnolia, bloom in my bonesI made a chapel out of sticks and stonesSweet as a curse, dark as a hymnI let the graveyard take me in
Black magnoliaOpen under poisoned skiesI am not the girl who diedI am what the dead become when they rise
Your love came dressed like summer rainThen left its teeth inside my painI wore the bite marks like a holy dressAnd called the damage tenderness
But underneath the funeral dirtMy hunger learned a sacred wordNot mercy, not forgiveness, not releaseBut power blooming underneath
I do not ask the sun to save meI do not need your hands to claim meIf beauty has to bleed to growThen let the whole dark garden know
Black magnolia, bloom in my bonesI made a chapel out of sticks and stonesSweet as a curse, dark as a hymnI let the graveyard take me in
Black magnoliaOpen under poisoned skiesI am not the girl who diedI am what the dead become when they rise
There is a flower in the woundThere is a moon inside the mudThere is a sermon in the silenceThere is a kingdom in the blood
I was not savedI was not sparedI was not foundI was prepared
Dig me upWatch me breathePull the roots from underneath
No more graveNo more chainI bloom through dirtI bloom through pain
Black bloom!Cold soul!Soft mouth!No control!
I am the gardenI am the knifeI am the burialI am the life
Bloom...Bleed...Breathe...Rise...
Black magnolia, bloom in my bonesI made a chapel out of sticks and stonesSweet as a curse, dark as a hymnI let the graveyard take me in
Black magnoliaOpen under poisoned skiesI am not the girl who diedI am what the dead become when they rise
Black magnoliaLet the final bells divideAll the love that tried to kill meFrom the woman still alive
Do not mourn me...I was never buried...I was planted...And I bloomed.
