Skeletons and Red Butterflies

Lyrics: I dance inside the paintings til the brushes break my legs and I will fall. I will fall. I tear apart the fake lament that lies between the mirrors and the stall. Oh Sunday's gone and I know it's not enough for me to cry. I have lost the real meaning in it. Skeletons and red butterflies form a portal here. I guess it's my disguise, I always need something to cower behind. Alone on the front steps of the cathedral waiting for some kind of call that won't absolve an ounce of fear you have about your life that's become nothing but a fight. Still the street lamps sing at 4am "the basement dwellers love our summer songs!" Oh Sunday's gone and I know it's not enough for me to cry. I have lost the real meaning in it. Skeletons and red butterflies form a portal here. I guess it's my disguise, I always need something to cower behind. I come from a basement life. Hidden with furnaces you can't help but catch on fire, and that's exactly what I did.

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