Petals Turned to Blades (Flower Power)

Yeah, it’s Flower Power, bitch, pretty petals in the front,

But I’ll bloom into a massacre, watch your body slump.

Peace signs painted, but my garden’s made of graves,

Smell the roses, motherfucker — then you’re burning in the blaze.

Call me nature’s executioner, I blossom when it’s war,

Carnival of corpses while I’m painting blood décor.

Tie-dye colors dripping red from my machine,

This is Woodstock in hell — twisted, violent, obscene.

Psychedelic trip, yeah, your mind about to shatter,

Lasers in the lilies, watch your skull fucking splatter.

From daisies to daemons, I’m the goddess of decay,

Every seed that I plant is another life I slay.

🌸 Petals turned to blades, beauty hides the hate,

🌸 Peace was just a mask, now I’m sealing your fate.

🌸 Mother Nature’s wrath, painted in grenades,

🌸 Flower Power, bitch — watch the garden turn to graves.

I don’t grow love, I cultivate destruction,

Every vine that wraps you is a deadly seduction.

You thought I was harmless, a hippie on a ride,

But I’m lacing acid trip bombs in the fucking roadside.

Rose thorns sharpened, cutting deep into your throat,

I plant a fucking minefield where the poppies used to grow.

Kaleidoscope of murder, peace signs on fire,

Hear the anthem of the dead in my twisted choir.

You inhale my pollen — now you’re choking on the smoke,

Got a greenhouse in the trunk, turn your city into jokes.

Carnage is organic, apocalypse aesthetic,

Twisted Metal queen, and my bloom’s so pathetic.

Pretty colors fade, just the bloodstains remain,

Every flower in my path just blossoms into pain.

🌸 Petals turned to blades, beauty hides the hate,

🌸 Peace was just a mask, now I’m sealing your fate.

🌸 Mother Nature’s wrath, painted in grenades,

🌸 Flower Power, bitch — watch the garden turn to graves.

So when you see the petals, don’t you ever be deceived,

I’m the goddess of destruction, planting death where you breathe.

This garden ain’t for lovers, it’s a coffin on parade,

Yeah, Flower Power, baby — where the pretty turns to blade.