Oh you, the man who tore this flower from me
From your hands you dare to cut its roots
You wanted so much to keep it for yourself
That you put it in a glass bell
She cries for help
She is unwell
She is withering
She calls for help

You dare to say you love her but you tear off her petals
So tell me what's wrong
You loved her for her seductive nature
And her shining oriental scent
He scares me
The flower killer
Please make sure
She doesn't give him her heart

You think you're doing good by wanting to protect her from evil
But the evil is you
When she started to bloom you shattered her dreams
Without considering her desires
Now you cry, dirty flower killer
You just realized, this flower was rare

What's the point of always wanting to mold her in your image
To throw her away in a few months
These flowers that grow in mirrors
Are flowers that also shine in the dark
She's not afraid of the flower killer
She devours them, she's a carnivorous plant
Dirty flower killer

Kill the killer

(Make sure he doesn't repeat, kill the killer so he can't resist anymore)

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES