Lyrics

I love, caterpillars and butterflies, alike…
I love to see them grow into the person living deep inside…
hidden by the pain of life, once thought to be vivid,
ripe with color, ripe with contrast, a truly perfect image…
shattered by the blast of glass, raging in the winds…
the super cell has spawned once more, damaging all kin…
the clouds they whirl and twirl and spin, enveloping her rage…
and on and on the thunder rolls and rains they wash away…
something buried deep inside the confines of an imprisoned mind…
the cell is the mental illness, the sentence is my life…
oh it is my life…

it’s just my life…
my broken mind…
traversing roads left uncrossed…
otherwise…
I’m crashing in a tail spin, dying in a breeze…
oh,
one day I’ll see an end to every fucking broken wing…

and we will fly…

like hawks in the dark of the night…

we soar through the skies…

oh, how’d they know exactly where to find…
the little girl, waiting for her airplane rides…

and on she cries…
tears hit the floor it sounds like total war…
crashing down the hurt of memories…
channeling the souls of dead energy…
some of us haven’t seen this side of life in centuries…
this is what you see with my disease…
now you know why I’m always displeased…
all I see is death and heartbreaking tragedies…

ohhh.

see that’s the thing…
nobody warns you of, once you’re blessed with empathy,
you feel EVERYTHING…
with full intesity…
those good vibrations, please, envelop me…