The Spiders and the Butterfly - Sinheresy

A winking of light in the shadow down

you followed it without suspicion and now

slowly your conscience is fading away

smothered by a painful torpidity haze

Helpless you’re wondering how and why

you end up paralysed by invisible wires

a flash of awareness, finally you see

the spiders close on in the web they’re weaving

Slimy and spiteful, they can’t recognize

that they’re merely leading a pretence of life

butterfly, you’ve got nothing to share

with those cunning treacherous planners of traps

Fly, fly away…

Let them play their low-comedy

and die away in their meanness

They don’t deserve but pity

Their whole lives are not worth

a single beating of your heart

You dance in your flights with all rainbow’s hues

the sun and the breeze kiss and caress your beauty

who hatches in darkness is envious of this

and tries to constrain you in the same poverty

Fly, fly away…

Let them play their low-comedy

and die away in their meanness

They don’t deserve but pity

Their whole lives are not worth

a single beating of your heart

As you thrashed around to hole the cocoon

you must find the strength for this new birth

Your spirit belongs to the sky

they will not prevent you from flying

Look, how small they seem from here

from the heights of your freedom

They don’t deserve but pity

Underneath your wings blows the passion

they can not know nor even steal

Let them play their low-comedy

and die away in their meanness

They don’t deserve but pity

Their whole lives are not worth

a single beating of your heart