Текст:
Fly on back to me
Get your sweet relief
Shiver like a leaf
Once you take a piece
With your big old teeth
You will never sleep, no
Wings, hearts, some things are meant to be torn apart
Faith, hope, some things are meant to be gone broke
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing butterflies
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing butterflies
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing butterflies
We stay up all night killing butterflies
(I’m killing, I’m killing, I’m killing, I’m killing)