Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The river don’t flow, it creeps and it talks
It whispers in rot and it drips when it walks
Mama done told me not to drink deep
But the mold said, “Child, it’s time for sleep”

I got a Bible full of centipedes
And a cough that grows where the black mold feeds
Woke up married to a mildewed dream
And a preacher with eyes like kerosene

[Chorus]
Praise be the mold and the mildew wine
Crackin’ through the grout of this holy spine
Raise them hands, let the fungus in
This here’s a baptism drippin’ with sin

No choir, no robe, no sacred hymn
Just a crow on a stump and a bottle of phlegm
We don’t get clean, we get reborn
In the crawlspace gospel of the house deformed

[Verse 2]
Got baptized once in a bleach tank drum
Came out blind but my third eye thrum
Now I see truth in the spores and stains
In the walls that breathe and the leakin’ brains

Daddy got raptured by a feral raccoon
Left his teeth in a jar and a sermon in tune
Every Sunday we light the gas
And chant to the mold till the floor collapse

[Bridge]
Lord ain’t comin’ through the front door
He’s oozin’ through cracks in the cellar floor
We sing with rot, not with grace
‘Cause mold don't judge what it can replace

[Chorus]
Praise be the mold and the mildew wine
Crackin’ through the grout of this holy spine
Raise them hands, let the fungus in
This here’s a baptism drippin’ with sin

No choir, no robe, no sacred hymn
Just a crow on a stump and a bottle of phlegm
We don’t get clean, we get reborn
In the crawlspace gospel of the house deformed

[Outro]
So cough out your sins, let the spores take hold
We’re the children of black mold, blessed and bold
And when the house sinks back in the mud
We’ll rise again, baptized in crud