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 (verse x2)      Like the scream of the butterfly      Sunshine a house in 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 gettin' old   There's blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore   A 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 a house in 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 (verse x2)      Like the scream of the butterfly (x2)      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   Like the scream of the butterfly (x4)