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
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 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'll 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 dead for me?
There's blood on the moon and summer is cold
There's love in the room but baby that's gettin' old
There's blood on my face sittin' on the dead shore
A highway, 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 in the house of 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 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 tears spill down her cheek
Stillborn songs of the dead dreamer
Hymn's of a needle freak
With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care
Her dreams are liquid blue
I cut my self again and again to remind myself of you
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
Yeah~
I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun
We're wanted by the FBI
We dropped some acid,killed our parents
Then we hit the road
Like the scream of the butterfly
Like the scream of the butterfly
Yeah~
Like the scream of the butterfly
Like the scream of the butterfly
Yeah~