Butterfly

Im a butterfly, with wings that take me so high

thats rhopalocera to you, for the next 12 months before i die

insects to the name but in a sect of broken eyes

that are blind, dry and forget how to cry

Im a human, a male gradation or variety of a colour, tint

but in a world where everyone sees in black and whites, and

add some noise, now the scene is full of fog i have to squint

praying so much both hands have each others imprints

 

looking in the mirror but only see myself as a twin

ONE SiDE OF ME iS A MAN THE OTHER IS A KiNG

which am i? where do i fit in.

 

%hook.%

 

_THESE OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR

_MY REFLECTION COUDNT BE CLEARER

_TAKE ME TO MY OWN LAND

_WHERE I FINALLY UNDERSTAND

_ALL THE COLOURS AND SHAPES

_THE COLOURS AND SHAPES

_IN EVERY DIFFERENT WAY

 

_THE COLOURS ANS SHAPES

_THE COLOURS AND SHAPES

_IN EVERY DIFFERENT WAY

 

_THE COLOURS AND SHAPES

_COLOURS AND SHAPES

_THE COLOURS AND SHAPES

_COLOURS AND SHAPES

{x2}

 

%bridge.%

 

trapped in a taxi, with no voice its just distorted and raspy

driving myself, out of my world, so we can both be happy

my voice sounding like a vinyl, scratchy but sorta jazzy

sort yourself out, you got this, come on G

 

 

what if? theres auctions in the ocean

sharks making profits

lost of options and being uncommon,

souls launching in a bottle rocket

concussion of exhaustion you cant see me,

your eyes are out of their sockets

spontaneous combustion is a question,

in how humans melt like chocolate

 

all i know now, is i only see outside when i'm in,

my windows a screen, and the scene is just a film

your all actors, but honestly i just skip it to the end

this is the best part? you ready? fin. {MONOPHONE VOICE}