A creature made of sunshine   her eyes were like the sky   Rabbit howls like something old   As we twitch to a lullaby   The scapel shines in god's sunshine   The Streetlights 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   Like the scream of the butterfly      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 loves it where she gets it   but it's never felt the same   surgery, in the house of dissection   when your candle burns out..I'll resurrect you   she runs   through fields of daisies   yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies   Who cares   cos 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 sittin' on uhh dead shore   A highway,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    murder the king   there's blood on the moon   there's blood on just about everything      Sunshine in the house of flames   she loves it where she gets it   but it's never felt the same   surgery, in the house of dissection   when your candle burns out..I'll resurrect you   she runs   through fields of daisies   yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies   Who cares   cos the air is free   when you get there will you kiss the dead for me?      Something cold is forced inside her   a tears spill down her cheek   stillborn songs of a dead dreamer    hymn's of a needle freak      With sunlight in her hair she smiles like she don't care   her dreams of liquid blue   I cut my self again and again to remind myslef 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 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