Blue Butterflies
I read your signsWorship your voicesYour figure so fineYour lips a treasureYour sense of humorYour innate desire of integrityYour sense of honorResponsibility
When you open your armsIn the rays of lightHere I found youBlue butterflies
Is there anybody out there?Is there anybody?I listen…No footsteps in the straight lineI’m dancing all around
Scratching my skinThe moon is rising highI feel the airLicking my napeIs there anybody out there?I survived
I look for blue butterfliesI’m searching for rarityLooking for the true kindThe sole beautyI was hiding my flesh from the sunHiding from crueltyNow I’m back, I’m aliveFree
The Dead Man says:“Torture is an ironyBut for the livingA fatality!”He says: “take a deep breathBefore your jumpInto that clumpOf vicious vanity”
I look for blue butterfliesI’m searching for rarityLooking for the true kindThe sole beautyI was hiding my flesh from the sunHiding from crueltyNow I’m back, I’m aliveTo my own reality
There’s a storyBehind our prayersThose inner connectionsToo difficult to bare
Can you hold your breath, your thoughts,your tears until you clean out your own intricacies?
I look for blue butterfliesI’m searching for rarityLooking for the true kindThe sole beautyI was hiding my flesh from the sunHiding from crueltyNow I’m back, I’m aliveFree