Butterflies - Death Cult

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