Butterflies

I'm the one moth that was shitted on in the cocoon
My wings couldn't grow there just wasn't enough room
I absorbed darkness there just wasn't enough light
I'm supposed to be docile, but I live for the fight

I'm one of the things that your soul fears
You can feel it within whenever I'm near
That tightening in the belly, that speeding of heart
That sweat on your brow when it's not even hot

Yes I'm supposed to be a moth, but I came from slime
From chaos, destruction, I was made by design
No antennas and my wings didn't even grow
I wear this smile but it's just for show

I can't make it to the roses so I live off the thorns
Where my antennas should be I'm growing horns
Some moths love that nectar to much
I'm the kind that likes to give your soul a suck

Slowly you're drained, I like the hurt and pain
I like that sickness that makes the rational insane
That hurt that touches your very core
I suck it all up and leave you begging for more

I'm an empty vessel always needing some
But fuck the sex just give me cum
Never mind the love give me the pain
And who need the sun, I've learn to love the rain

I watch you now a pupa in your own cocoon
Will you die or will you bloom
Will you learn to love or learn to hate
With anticipation I can't wait