Scream of the Butterfly

Lyrics for Scream of the Butterfly

A creature made of sunshine Her eyes were like the sky Her love was cold in stainless steel And the scream of the butterfly 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 likes it where she gets it But it's never felt the same Surgery, in the house of detention Don't forget to kiss me when I 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 the dead shore A highway, highway of emptiness and I'm getting bored There's blood on the moon as we planned 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 likes it where she gets it But it's never felt the same Surgery, in the house of detention Don't forget to kiss me when I 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? For me. For me Something cold is forced inside her A tear spills down her cheek Stillborn songs of the dead dreamer, yeah Hymns of the needle freak With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care Her dreams a liquid blue I cut my self again and again to remind myself of you 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, yeah I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun, yeah We're wanted by the FBI, yeah We dropped some acid Killed our parents, yeah Then we hit the road, yeah Like the scream of the butterfly Like the scream of the butterfly, yeah Like the scream of the butterfly Like the scream of the butterfly, yeah Oh