Scream Of The Butterfly

A creature made of sunshine
 Her eyes were like the sky
 Rabbit howls like something old
 As we twitch to a lullaby
 The scalpel shines in god's sunshine
 The Streetlights whisper pain
 Down here near the poison stream
 Our god has gone insane
 She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
 With blood on her hands
 Into the sun she stares
 She feels it die
 I heard her cry
 She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
 With blood on her hands
 Into the sun she stares
 She feels it die
 I heard her cry
 Like the scream of the butterfly
 Sunshine in the house of flames
 She loves it where she gets it
 But it's never felt the same
 Surgery, in the house of dissection
 When your candle burns out I'll resurrect you
 She runs
 Through fields of daisies
 Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
 Who cares
 Cos the air is free
 When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?
 There's blood on the moon and the summer is cold
 There's love in the room
 But baby that's getting old
 There's blood on my face sittin' on uh dead shore
 A highway, highway of emptiness and I'm getting bored
 There's blood on the moon as we plan our escape
 The goddess in bloom
 Handcuffed and raped
 There's blood in the bathtub baby
 Murder the king
 There's blood on the moon
 There's blood on just about everything
 Sunshine in the house of flames
 She loves it where she gets it
 But it's never felt the same
 Surgery, in the house of dissection
 When your candle burns out I'll resurrect you
 She runs
 Through fields of daisies
 Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
 Who cares
 Cos the air is free
 When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?
 Something cold is forced inside her
 A tears spill down her cheek
 Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer
 Hymn's of a needle freak
 With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care
 Her dreams of liquid blue
 I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you
 She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
 With blood on her hands
 Into the sun she stares
 She feels it die
 I heard her cry
 She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
 With blood on her hands
 Into the sun she stares
 She feels it die
 I heard her cry
 Like the scream of the butterfly
 Like the scream of the butterfly
 I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun
 Wanted by the FBI
 We dropped some acid
 Killed our parents
 Then we hit the road
 Like the scream of the butterfly
 Like the scream of the butterfly
 Like the scream of the butterfly
 Like the scream of the butterfly