[VERSE 1] Flick the mister, dim the lights, Jungle pulses in the auction night. Plant Cult's live and the bids come fast, You claim a node, you own the past. Velvet curves in a plastic dome, You feel that root? You’re not alone. Silver blush, red cross, no name— It’s Plant Cult, baby, play the game. [CHORUS] Own the leaf—join the cult, Feel the pulse, take the jolt. You will own, you will be glad, Anthur-ee-um dreams you never had. For the cult, by the cult, Trade your cash, shed your fault. Every leaf a sacred rite, Every bid a beam of light. [VERSE 2] PalmStreet glow in the greenhouse dark, One variegated flare, leave your mark. Your grow tent ain’t just for show— It’s the altar where the cuttings grow. Spadix tall like a synthwave shrine, She’s unnamed but her veins divine. The jungle calls with a neon cry, And the cult don’t sleep—we multiply. [CHORUS] Own the leaf—join the cult, Feel the heat, shake the molt. You will own and you’ll ascend, You’ll forget the world, but gain a friend. We are one, in moss and mist, The pot’s not empty—it’s the abyss. For the cult, yes for the bloom, We build our joy from root to room. [BRIDGE] (echoed, hypnotic) You are the grower... You are the chosen... You are the light in the orchid fog... Say it with me… Plant Cult forever… [CHORUS — FINAL] Own the leaf—join the cult, Your joy’s alive in sphagnum mulch. Gary speaks, the screen ignites, You see your fate in foliar lights. [OUTRO] (vocoded whisper) Anthur-ee-um... for the cult... Plant Cult... in the jungle vault... You will own... You will be happy... (sample: bird call, mist spray, final synth sting)
