Butterfly

Beyond her butterfly
She dies every day
Beyond her butterfly
She cries through her veins
Beyond her butterfly
She searches for the truth
Beyond her butterfly she flies.

Butterfly, butterfly in my hands you try to fly
Yes I know it’s so sad, in two days you must die, my butterfly.

Follow this bloody trace
Follow her bloody veins
Maybe then you’ll see
She lives in a darker place
A place where she calls home
She wants to be alone
So that she can face, her pain

Butterfly, butterfly in my hands you try to fly
Yes I know it’s so sad, in two days you must die, my butterfly,
butterfly… butterfly… you must die …