A creature made of sunshine
Her eyes were like the sky
Rabbit howls like something old
As we twitch to her lullaby
The scalpel shines in god's sunshine
Street lights 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 will resurrect you
She runs through fields of daisies
Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
Who cares cause the air is free
When you get there will you kiss the dead for me?

There's blood on the moon and the summer is cold
There's love in the room but baby, that's getting old
There's blood on my face sitting on a dead shore
A highway of emptiness and I'm getting 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
Murdered 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 own babies
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 tear spills down her cheek
Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer, hymns of the needle freak
With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care her dreams are liquid blue
I cut myself again and again to remind myself of you

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

I met an angel with a sawed-off shotgun
Wanted by the FBI
We dropped some acid
Killed our parents
Then we hit the road

I like the scream of the butterfly