I've got decapitation on my mind
Like Morticia Adams with a rose
Planting seeds of terror in the ground
They don't need the sun to grow
Your thorns are buried in my side
Like your buried in the dirt
Blood is dripping down your pedals now
And falling to the earth
With a floral guillotine
It's like a horror movie scene
I turn my head
And your's is gone
Like a greenhouse made in hell
The price of death just fell
It's a bloody discount
And your head wont go back on
Roses are red
Black dahlias are now dead
I can't wait to slit your throat
In my garden of severed heads
Violets turn blue
And now so do you
Soon you'll be dead
But now don't you lose your head
As your face wilts
Your colors fading fast
Potting soil can not save you now
You've been turned to mulch at last
The ground has taken all you had
Left you shriveled up and dead
My delicate flower now
Don't you go and lose your head
Roses are red
Black dahlias are now dead
I can't wait to slit your throat
In my garden of severed heads
Violets turn blue
And now so do you
Soon you'll be dead
But now don't you lose your head
Don't, don't you lose your head