Texty: Acid Bath. Demos: 1993-1996. Scream Of The Butterfly.

A creature made of sunshine her eyes were like the sky rabbit
howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby the scal-
pel shines in gods sunshine street lights whisper pain down
here ner the position stream our god has gone insane she smi-
les 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 a house in fla-
mes 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 that's getting old there's
blood on my face sittin' on a dead shore a highway of empti-
ness and I', gettin bored there's blood on the moon as we plan
our escape the goddess in blood handcuffed and raped there's
blood in the bathtub murder the king there's blood on the moon
there's blood on just about everything something cold is for-
ced 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