I'm ready, are you To lower it into the ground To visit every once in a while there wont be somber moments of silence in black attire and flower arrangements
like a butterfly Evolve before my eyes Death will not be the end of us We'll be purified And lust will multiply
You're not ready, are you? To begin the replacement process And speak of it in past tense I feel it fermenting distilling inside my bones I want to expand but not alone
like a butterfly Evolve before my eyes Death will not be the end of us No We'll be purified And lust will multiply