The Chlorophyll Caste

[Intro]
[Verse]
Chlorophytum comosum hanging in the air
Stolons reaching out with a desperate flare
Monstera deliciosa hides a jagged tear
Waiting for the light that isn't really there
I count the stomata in a silent stare
Finding only gravity and deep despair
[Pre-Chorus]
Stomata opening wide to the carbon flow
Xylem whispering secrets that the roots don't know
Phloem carries rumors where the shadows grow
Starch in the dark makes the green hearts glow
[Chorus]
Oh, the crown of the fiddlehead will never unroll
The silence of the potting soil is swallowing my soul
A hierarchy of sunlight is the ultimate goal
I'm losing all my logic and I'm losing all control
Petals in the hallway
Falling in a small way
Dust upon the leaf
Primal state of grief
[Hook]
Green blood
Cold mud
Silent thud
Broken bud
[Verse]
Echeveria shattered on the kitchen floor
One node left of the life we had before
I cannot fix the stem or open up the door
The ceramic shards are a metaphor for war
Taxonomy of heartache in the bottom drawer
I don't want to see the sunlight anymore
[Breakdown]
Zinc
Blink
Sink
Ink
Metal washers grinding on the ivory keys
Microtonal humming in the summer breeze
Feral yelps are echoing through the trees
Falling to my shaky and my calcified knees
[Bridge]
Photosynthetic syntax is a glitch in the vein
Magnesium ions are dancing in the rain
A chloroplast circus inside of my brain
The social ladder of the ivy is insane
One leaf is the king
Hear the gamelan ring
One leaf is the slave
In a digital wave
[Chorus]
Oh, the crown of the fiddlehead will never unroll
The silence of the potting soil is swallowing my soul
A hierarchy of sunlight is the ultimate goal
I'm losing all my logic and I'm losing all control
Petals in the hallway
Falling in a small way
Dust upon the leaf
Primal state of grief
[Post-Chorus]
Deep throat singing in the hollow stem
I am not a flower, I am one of them
Polishing the surface of a leafy gem
Singing a botanical and dark requiem
[Interlude]
[Verse]
Osmunda desponds
In the chemical ponds
Broken are the bonds
Of the silver fronds
I watch the nitrogen
Starting up again
Five, six, seven, ten
In the lions' den
[Chorus]
Oh, the crown of the fiddlehead will never unroll
The silence of the potting soil is swallowing my soul
A hierarchy of sunlight is the ultimate goal
I'm losing all my logic and I'm losing all control
Petals in the hallway
Falling in a small way
Dust upon the leaf
Primal state of grief
[Outro]