Tueur de Fleur
La Femme
Flower Killer
Oh you, the man who ripped this flower from my hands
You dare to cut its roots
You wanted to keep it so badly for yourself
That you put it in a glass bell
It screams for help
It's not doing well
It's withering
It's calling for help
You dare to tell it you love it
But you tear off its petals
So tell me what's wrong
You loved it for what it was
Alluring and shiny with an 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 harm
But you are the harm
When she started to bloom
You shattered her dreams without considering her desires
Now you cry
Dirty flower killer
You just realized
She was a rare flower
What's the point of always wanting to mold her in your image
Just to discard her in a few months
Oh those 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
Oh dirty flower killer
