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