Wishin' I could write my name on it
Wishin' I could write my name on it
Hear the rising of my breath
Far away, as the veil is nearing death and I'll grieve
But the fire is lit again, it's slowly burning me within
.....
Butterflies, that are aching me inside
Through the veins, as they cut out all the mess
And they won't rest till I bleed
Hear the rising of my breath
Far away, as the veil is nearing death and I'll grieve
But the fire is lit again, it's slowly burning me within
.....
Butterflies, that are aching me inside
Through the veins, as they cut out all the mess
And they won't rest till I bleed