a creature made of sunshine
her eyes were like the sky
rabbit howls like something old
as we twist to her lullaby
the scalpel shines
street lights 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.

like the scream of a butterfly

sunshine, a house in flames
when your candle burns out i will resurrect you
she runs through fields of daisies
it;s just a shame that they eat their own babies
who cares, 'cause the air is free
when you get there will you kiss the dead for me?

something cold is forced inside her
a tear spills down her cheek
stillborn songs of a dead dreamer
hymns of the needle freak
with sunlight in her hair she
smiles like she doesn;t care
her dreams are liquid blue
i cut myself again & again to remind myself of you

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

music: q and not you; a line in the sand
mood: yadda yadda