[Intro] Crush the petals... breathe them in... Sickly sweet, the flowers bloom, Sweeten now the rotting room... [Verse 1] Gather round, my withered dears, I'll sing away your fever-years, A stitch of bone, a thread of rue, The plague won't touch what's blessed by two — Two hands that break the posies down, Two lips that speak the morbid sound, So breathe me in, you creeping rot, This flesh of mine — you'll touch it not. [Pre-Chorus] Ashes, ashes, hear me hum, The sickness stops where the verses come... [CHORUS] Ring-a-ring o' roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down. (Ring-a-ring o' roses...) (A pocket full of posies...) (A-tishoo... A-tishoo...) We all fall down. [Verse 2] So come, you gray and gnashing thing, You Zombie born of rot and spring, Choose again your feast tonight, For my skin sings a warding rite — The petals crushed between my palm, A verdant witch, a woodland calm, Turn your hunger, turn your bite, Find another in the night. [Bridge] Hush now, hush now, don't you cry, Even rot must pass me by, The Coven roots run deep and old, This is the warmth that keeps out cold... [CHORUS] Ring-a-ring o' roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down... (we all fall down...) (we all... fall...) [Outro] ...down.
