Fly, butterfly, fly
Music and lyrics by Adrian Clemens Di Ruscio
© 2010

The puppet master twists and turns
His tangled thread
While all the puppets lay asleep in their bed
Tightening their dreams a little closer to his head

Behind the howls and the bells that ring
Unfolds a tapestry of sin
This disease will never stop to sing
And to your soul it will clutch and cling

Fly, butterfly, fly
Fly with your burning wing
Fly, butterfly, fly
Fly right out of here

The gravediggers and the torturists
They laugh where you would scream
Oh, it's dark as night
Search for a hollow where there still is light

Look, the weather-vane points to the sky
Fly from the wind and the tide
Here the truth is told as a lie
Fly butterfly, so long and goodbye

Fly, butterfly, fly
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