Close the door, lock it tight, I want no witness here tonight. You came for sweetness, but I deal in vice, Strap you down, boy, I don’t play nice. Velvet rope, leather grip, gag your mouth while I move my hips, Dark red candle dripping slow, Every drop burns, watch the fire grow. You thought my garden was tulip-soft, But my petals bite, my thorns are crossed. Every moan’s a knife, every kiss a scar, Every thrust drags you deeper than you thought you are. Pre-Hook Choke on the roots when I wrap ‘em tight, Fertilize my soil in the dead of night. Baby batter spilling where the shadows spread, I make holy sins in this dirty bed. Hook I bet you’d like to get in my garden, Spread me wide, leave the gates unguarded. Pump that seed ‘til the ground is fed, Fertilize my eggs with the heat in your head. This ain’t love, it’s a burial rite, Soil and sin in the pale moonlight. Verse 2 Tongue’s a blade, I’ll cut your breath, Every lick brings you close to death. Chains rattle loud as I grind your chest, You beg for more while I steal your rest. Eyes rolled back when I squeeze you tight, I’m the priestess of pain and the bride of night. Every slap’s a prayer, every scratch a vow, Your soul is mine, do you feel it now? You came for mercy, I feed you hell, Every drop of sweat’s another spell. My womb’s a crypt, my thighs a cage, You’re the victim scrawled on the bloody page. Pre-Hook Silk and leather, whip and lace, I baptize you in this wicked place. Baby batter dripping down my thighs, I grow black roses from your sighs. Hook I bet you’d like to get in my garden, Spread me wide, leave the gates unguarded. Pump that seed ‘til the ground is fed, Fertilize my eggs with the heat in your head. This ain’t love, it’s a burial rite, Soil and sin in the pale moonlight. Bridge (whispered/rap) Call me mistress of decay, Make you beg when you disobey. Every bruise is a crown I wear, Every mark proves you were there. Handprints bloom like flowers in spring, Collar locked tight, you kiss the ring. Swallow it deep, I demand it all, This is my kingdom, obey the call. Verse 3 I don’t want your heart, I just want your mess, Your seed on my skin, your shame on my dress. You think you control? Baby, that’s cute, You’re just the farmer, I’m the rotten fruit. I’ll make you choke on the roots you sow, Tie you up, watch the hunger grow. I’m the garden keeper, the soil queen, Every filthy secret in between. I ride you raw, I ride you mean, I’m the filthiest witch that you’ve ever seen. Moans like thunder, nails like knives, You’re drowning inside, but it keeps you alive. Pre-Hook Crack the whip ‘til your skin turns red, Fertilize my eggs in the pit of my bed. Every thrust’s another nail in the cross, Every scream’s another line I emboss. Hook (repeat, nastier) I bet you’d like to get in my garden, Spread me wide, leave the gates unguarded. Pump that seed ‘til the ground is fed, Fertilize my eggs with the heat in your head. This ain’t love, it’s a burial rite, Soil and sin in the pale moonlight. Outro Baby, you came for pleasure, I gave you pain, Now you’re addicted to the chain. Your body’s broken, your will is mine, I’ll plant you deep, let the roots entwine. No safe word, no retreat, no end, Welcome to my soil—your death, your sin, your friend.
