A twisted vine_Alt

[Verse 1] The lab was quiet, the glass was cold, A thousand vials of stories untold. They spliced the silence, they bent the gene, And woke a hunger that had never been. The first one whispered, the second screamed, The third one wore a human dream. [Chorus] Oh, the branches grow where the roots divide, Every game reveals another side. A twisted vine from a broken seed, The harvest comes from the scientist's greed. We run through the halls, we trace the signs, But every door hides new designs. [Verse 2] The fourth one crawled from a pool of light, Its eyes were windows to a sleepless night. The fifth one learned to speak in codes, And left its children on the empty roads. The sixth one breathed a silver fog, That turned the faithful into dogs. [Chorus] Oh, the branches grow where the roots divide, Every game reveals another side. A twisted vine from a broken seed, The harvest comes from the scientist's greed. We run through the halls, we trace the signs, But every door hides new designs. [Bridge] And the chronicle bends like a spine of wire, Each chapter fed to a different fire. The more we learn, the less we know, The deeper down, the darker it grows. Was it hope we held in a petri dish, Or a prayer that we forgot to wish? [Chorus] Oh, the branches grow where the roots divide, Every game reveals another side. A twisted vine from a broken seed, The harvest comes from the scientist's greed. We run through the halls, we trace the signs, But every door hides new designs. [Outro] The seventh waits in a silent room, Its breath is the echo of a coming doom. The chronicle ends where it begins, A spiral of flesh, a song of sins. And we are the notes that never rest, Scattered like seeds from a broken nest.