A creature made of sunshine.
Her eyes were like the sky.
Rabbit howls like something old as 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.
Like the scream of the butterfly.
Sunshine, a house of flames.
She likes it where she gets it but it's never 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 you will 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, sitting on a dead shore.
A highway of emptiness and I'm getting 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 in a house of flames.
She likes it where she gets it but it's never the same.
Something cold is forced inside her, a tear spills down her cheek.
Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer, hymns of the dead freak.
With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't case.
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.
Like the scream of a butterfly.
I met an angel with a sawed off shotgun.
Wanted by the FBI. We dropped some acid,
killed our parents then we hit the road.
Like the scream of the butterfly.
Her eyes were like the sky.
Rabbit howls like something old as 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.
Like the scream of the butterfly.
Sunshine, a house of flames.
She likes it where she gets it but it's never 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 you will 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, sitting on a dead shore.
A highway of emptiness and I'm getting 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 in a house of flames.
She likes it where she gets it but it's never the same.
Something cold is forced inside her, a tear spills down her cheek.
Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer, hymns of the dead freak.
With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't case.
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.
Like the scream of a butterfly.
I met an angel with a sawed off shotgun.
Wanted by the FBI. We dropped some acid,
killed our parents then we hit the road.
Like the scream of the butterfly.
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[b:9ed98b97fa]SARBEAR[/b:9ed98b97fa]
[i:9ed98b97fa]~i did a line,[/i:9ed98b97fa]
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[b:9ed98b97fa]SARBEAR[/b:9ed98b97fa]
[i:9ed98b97fa]~i did a line,[/i:9ed98b97fa]
[b:9ed98b97fa] the lines that define[/b:9ed98b97fa]
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