The gun that's found a friend
This dichromatic vision
The death of my control
Of one who does not care
And drink to all the pain
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Emotions on the blink again
The wolf has caught the chicken
Butterflies, butterflies
To sipping cocktail sedatives
My heart will be the bridge that you walk over
That you walk over
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Two months to hide somewhere
Along with all my skeletons
Butterflies, butterflies
And drowning from the need
The pieces that remain
Butterflies, butterflies
Butterflies, butterflies
They put them in a hole
Butterflies, butterflies
Butterflies, butterflies
Sickened by the wanting
Tie a silver ribbon around
My heart will be the bridge that you walk over
I give myself again
So kick me when you're ready
And now I feel unsteady
Choking on the bullet
So raise your glass to sorrow
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
My heart will be the bridge that you walk over
Sickened by the notion
Here lies a violet coffin
