Cult (The)
Butterflies
The wild wide eye with her painted wing She crushed the gray boy Don't you know my selfishness was my suicide Her painted wing became my suicide, suicide
The whole world did not start to cry They just got inside me And now they walk behind me They walk behind me
They walk behind me
Oh lord
Like little dogs Like stony dogs, you know Stony dogs
Stony dogs
They walk behind me, oh lord
They walk
Behind me
Behind me, oh lord
From Letras Mania