Scream Of The Butterfly Lyrics - When The Kite String Pops - Acid Bath

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 Will resurrect you 

she runs 

through fields of daisies 

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

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 blood in the room but 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 

murdered 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 will 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 tear spills down her cheek 

Stillborn 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 Yea Yea Yeaaaaaa!!! 

like the scream of the butterfly 

like the scream of the butterfly Yeaaaaaa!!! 

like the scream of the butterfly 

like the scream of the butterfly Yeaaaaaa!!!