Is life always this hard? or is it just when you're a kid?
Always like this

Thoughts have a certain sound
That being the equivalent to a form
Through sound and motion you would be able to paralyze nerves
Shatter bones, set fires, suffocate an enemy or burst his organs

She's like a biohazard and you have to have her
And you try to snatch her but you can't even catch her
Butterfly, butter-butterfly

You can't contain her so you try to break her
But you cannot shake her, she ain't no faker
She don't wear no chain, play no game
Refuse to be a slave to a romance rage

Biohazard butterfly
Flying through polluted sky
Flying through space and time
Biohazard butterfly
Flying through polluted sky
Flying through space and time

Don't abuse the muse
'Cause art the one they use
The butterfly's too good and she deserves better
And when you did her wrong
You started off a ticking bomb
She's young in age but knows her sage
She knows a page or 2 from the book of the look
Destroy even the baddest hook
She puts a good fight, sleeping in the light too do whats right
Sweet little child, who day dreams of suicide
Dont cry a little drop from your eyes
You'd be surprised, who will demise
The chosen poision, she sweet when she's unnoticed
To the sky, she is the closest
She dont consort with mortals
She dont consort with mortals

Biohazard butterfly
Flying through polluted sky
Flying through space and time
Biohazard butterfly
Flying through polluted sky
Flying through space and time