See them raging, are they changing? Caterpillars are crawling ‘round They are crawling round, see them crawling ‘round
Present at your hour of death Caterpillars took your breath Unseen at the scene of the crime Butterflies won’t do no time No they won’t do no time Shapeshifters got no need for an alibi, no alibi!
Metamorphosis, transmutation Butterflies are flying out They are flying out, see them flying out
Captured alive Wings are spread, but not to fly My collection is taking form It’s taking form beyond any given norm Captivated, asphyxiated Put on a stake, then dehydrated
Shape shift, a rebirth? Forgiven are your former sins In a collection so absurd Now you are displayed on metal pins
Displayed, impaled All the eyes of the world turn in one direction Towards the display of pure (im)perfection You could not carry your scheme any further Little worms like you just don’t get away with murderTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
