Scream of the Butterfly - Acid Bath

A creature made of sunshine

Her eyes were like the sky

Rabbit howls like something old

We twitch to her lullaby

The scalpel shines in God's sunshine

Street lights 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 a house in flames

She likes it where she gets it

But it's never felt the same

Surgery in the house of dissection

When your candle burns out

I will resurrect you

She runs through fields of daisies

Yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies

Who cares who cares

'Cause 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 gettin' old

There's blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore

A highway of emptiness and

I'm gettin' 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 a house in flames

She likes it where she gets it

But it's never felt the same

Surgery

In the house of dissection

When your candle burns out

I will resurrect you

She runs through fields of daisies

Yeah it's just a shame that they eat their own babies

Who cares who cares

'Cause the air is free

When you get there will you kiss the dead for me

Something cold is forced inside her

A tear spills down her cheek

Still born songs of a dead dreamer

Hymns of the needle freak

With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care

Her dreams are 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

Like the scream of the butterfly

Like the scream of the butterfly

Like the scream of the butterfly

Like the scream of the butterfly