Suicide Butterflies
Suicide Butterflies fly.
Their wings of hope and shadow fluttering high.
They fly in circles and let everyone see.
See the tears stained on their wings.
Never to know rest, only the vanity of a cruel world.
Suicide Butterflies fly.
They fly for the dreams that never were and the lives that have always been.
The are the saints of the damned.
They don't know peace nor do they know turmoil.
They are the Suicide Butterflies.
And the fly on, on to eternity.
Suicide Butterflies fly.
Their wings of hope and shadow fluttering high.
They fly in circles and let everyone see.
See the tears stained on their wings.
Never to know rest, only the vanity of a cruel world.
Suicide Butterflies fly.
They fly for the dreams that never were and the lives that have always been.
The are the saints of the damned.
They don't know peace nor do they know turmoil.
They are the Suicide Butterflies.
And the fly on, on to eternity.
