
Lyrics
Intro
The porch light flickers three times
Something moves behind the vines
A music box coughs in the hall
Then the roses climb the wall
Verse
There’s a shape beneath the flower bed
Wearing my face with its eyes turned red
The sprinkler ticks like a loaded gun
And the graveyard moon says the night’s begun
Footprints circle the garden gate
Each one deeper than the last one made
I hear a shovel scrape the stone
But every room inside is empty and cold
Pre-chorus
Don’t look through the window
Don’t answer the phone
The roots are wrapping round the house
And they know I’m home
Chorus
There’s death in the rosebush
Death in the red
A monster is growing where somebody bled
The petals start laughing
The branches all shake
The garden is hungry for one more mistake
Death in the rosebush
Calling my name
It pulls me below while the roses remain
Verse
A girl in the mirror stands under the rain
She mouths my last words again and again
Her fingers are black and her smile is too wide
She points to the place where the dead thing hides
The basement door swings on its own
A heartbeat knocks beneath the floor
I smell wet earth, rust and smoke
Then something whispers, “You’re next to choke”
Pre-chorus
Don’t look through the window
Don’t answer the phone
The roots are wrapping round the house
And they know I’m home
Chorus
There’s death in the rosebush
Death in the red
A monster is growing where somebody bled
The petals start laughing
The branches all shake
The garden is hungry for one more mistake
Death in the rosebush
Calling my name
It pulls me below while the roses remain
Bridge
Cut the vines
Break the glass
Kill the lights
Let it pass
No, it’s inside
Under my skin
The thorns go deeper
The roots pull in
Chorus
There’s death in the rosebush
Death in the red
A monster is growing where somebody bled
The petals start laughing
The branches all shake
The garden is hungry for one more mistake
Death in the rosebush
Calling my name
It pulls me below while the roses remain
Outro
The porch light flickers three times
The roses open wide
By morning there’s no body
Just thorns on the inside









