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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 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 Letras de cancioneswhen 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 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... 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 From Letras Mania