Butterflies

Run away to the pulse of my blood
 Until the sky thickens above me
 Wooden limbs scratching air where they stand
 A frozen scream, an Alice in Wonderland fall
 Flashing eyes, woven hands
 A smile in the dark that dissolves into nothing
 And time stands still
 And all your butterflies
 We were chasing a star that burns empty
 And blind to the hold
 Of your own inarticulate hands
 You held on for my dear life
 And we choke as we are both rendered empty
 You'll get nothing from me
 Fall away, back to Earth, spitting sand
 Underhanded men forge the anwers in their own hand
 Down to Earth, where nothing else flies
 Where gravity is met with its own eyes
 And all your butterflies
 We were chasing a star that burns empty
 And blind to the hold
 Of your own inarticulate hands
 You held on for my dear life
 And we choke as we are both rendered empty
 You'll get nothing from me
 You'll get nothing from me
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 Run away to the pulse of my blood
 Until the sky thickens above me
 Wooden limbs scratching air where they stand
 A frozen scream, an Alice in Wonderland fall
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 The flesh of the Earth all worn away thin
 The seconds stone-cold in a moment gone dim
 A plunge into darkness and vanity's grasp
 Where faces haunt mirrors trapped in by the past
 And all your butterflies
 We were chasing a star that burns empty
 And blind to the hold
 Of your own inarticulate hands
 You held on for my dear life
 And we choke as we are both rendered empty
 You'll get nothing from me
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 You'll get nothing from me
 You'll get nothing, nothing, nothing from me