Beyond her butterfly
She dies every day
Beyond her butterfly
She cries through her veins
Beyond her butterfly
She searches for the [bad word] Beyond her butterfly she flies.

Butterfly, butterfly in my hands you try to fly
Yes I know it’s so sad, in two days you must die, my butterfly.

Follow this bloody trace
Follow her bloody veins
Maybe then you’ll see
She lives in a darker place
place where she calls home
She wants to be alone
So that she can face, her pain

Butterfly, butterfly in my hands you try to fly
Yes I know it’s so sad, in two days you must die, my butterfly,
butterfly… butterfly… you must die …