Hey doctor, take my temperature. Think I've got a fever. Why doctor, you make me feel worse. Your touch, raises my ire. I pray.

Blooms, it blooms, the seed that you left inside. It blooms, no need for air or sunlight. It blooms, I lose my blood and stay soulless. And I become a leaf, leaf, this tree of my soul is red. Before your eyes look at me. Don't you see your Dahlia.

Bluest, it bluest, the secret garden. Serenades, germinates, flores. Turn brown.

Red Leela, Leela, doodila. Smile at me, smile at me. Endless way. Mm. Sad. Which means...

So the doctor can stitch me back. A book and separate me in half. Prosper, my dear Delia.

Blooms, it blooms, the dolly, it blooms, it blooms, it blooms. Wizards and droves, then blooms and blooms. Forever it blooms and dies and blooms. Silently it blooms.

This song seems to be about a person's complex and somewhat surreal experience with a doctor, with recurring themes of blooming and transformation, perhaps symbolizing a journey of self - discovery or dealing with inner turmoil in the presence of the doctor.