Hellflower - The Electric Hellfire Club

There’s a place I’d like to find, somewhere in the center of my mind

Where sweet euphoric flowers grow, in every color of the rainbow

As you close your eyes and float away, you can hear the demon gardeners say:

Hellflower -- Satan’s power, you grow more beautiful by the hour

You feed our hearts and you free our minds, with the essence of the souls that

you devour…

Shrinking violet makes the scene in the formal garden of the queen

Bloody Mary, so contrary, how do your flowers smell?

Like pederastic priests and hypocrites, burning in the pits of Hell!

You are the butterfly, I am the honey-bee

You stop to smell the roses then you drown in the poison of my sting

You fight to keep your sanity, then you fall into a deep narcotic sleep

You slip into a dream without a care

You can see Hellflowers everywhere

The scent of evil fills the air…

You can taste the magic if you dare…

Daisies and daffodils, valium and placidyls

Marigolds and violets, dilaudid and percocets

Everything beautiful contains some evil…

Flowers always smell sweeter through a needle

Hellflower -- Satan’s power, you grow more beautiful by the hour

You feed our hearts and you free our minds, with the essence of the souls that

you devour…

«Hi!

I am Princess Samantha!

And I am surrounded by a

Sea of flowers!

There are daises and daffodils, and

Dandelions!

But my favorites are the poppies!

They are so pretty!

And they make me so happy!

And so tired… I’m so sleepy

And tired.

And my eyes, they feel so heavy!

I LOVE poppies!»

«Would you like one of my flowers?»

You slip into a dream without a care

You can see Hellflowers everywhere

The scent of evil fills the air…

You can taste the magic if you dare.

Morning Glory tells the story of Hellflowers throughout history

Growing like weeds in the Garden of Eden

Where the master spoke to Eve

Judas tiptoed through the tulips with a kiss that would live in infamy

Then they dragged your savior through the mud.

In the flowerbeds of Gethsemane

Where sweet euphoric flowers grew

In every size and shape and hue

And as the centurions dragged him past

He heard the demon gardeners laugh:

Hellflower -- Satan’s power, you grow more beautiful by the hour

If I could I would destroy this world, and build something beautiful

That we could call ours…

Hellflower -- Satan’s power, you grow more beautiful by the hour

You feed our hearts and you free our minds, with the essence of the souls that

you devour…