[Intro] [whimsical orchestral, ] [Verse 1] In my little shop at the edge of the light, I nurture each flower from morning till night. But one sinister seedling is not what it seems— A thing born of hunger and dark wicked dreams. [Pre-Chorus] You reach for the sky, petals masking your teeth, A predator lurking in the garden beneath. Your jaws open wide with a hunger to feed— In the heart of my shop, you're a monster indeed. [Chorus] You're my pet plant in a pot of screams, A carnivorous beauty, worse than it seems. With leaves like a smile and a taste for the dead, You thrive on my soul and you want more instead. (Feed me, feed me) You're never satisfied, always want more. (Feed me, feed me) What have I created — what's in store? (Ooh, ooh) [Verse 2] The insects come crawling, drawn into your lair, Lured by your perfume, your sweet scented snare. You curl and you snap in a ritualistic trance— A beautiful killer in a macabre dance. [Pre-Chorus] Your vines reach the ceiling, they're swallowing the walls, Creeping through my shop and into the halls. What have I done — I have fed it too well— Now I'm drowning in petals, my beautiful hell. [Chorus] You're my pet plant in a pot of screams, A carnivorous beauty, worse than it seems. With leaves like a smile and a taste for the dead, You thrive on my soul and you want more instead. (Feed me, feed me) You're never satisfied, always want more. (Feed me, feed me) What have I created — what's in store? (Ooh, ooh) [Bridge] I know that I'm lost but I can't walk away, You've sunk your roots into me, and I have to stay. You're more than a plant, you're a beast that I made— And now in your shadow I'm hopelessly afraid. (Ah, ah, ah) The moon watches over this terrible scene, A florist enslaved by her carnivorous queen. I wanted a garden, a paradise found— But you've buried me deep underneath the ground. [Final Chorus] You're my pet plant in a pot of screams! A carnivorous beauty tearing apart my dreams! With leaves like a smile and a soul to be fed— You've swallowed me whole — now am I better off dead? (Feed me, feed me) You're never satisfied, always want more. (Feed me, feed me) There's blood on the petals, bones on the floor— (Ooh, ooh — what have I become?) [Outro] So here we remain in this garden of dread, In a world full of flowers, I'm among the dead. You're a nightmare with petals, a garden of souls— And I'm just the florist who lost all control. (Feed me... feed me... feed me...)
