Butterfly Apocalypse: The Scapegoat, the Lambs and Their Last Call for Utopia


Sunbathing
What a sweet, sweet beach
Lying lifeless
Eating biscuits

Eating
Such a wonderful dish
Guzzling beans
Petting one's stomach

You think
I don't do those things
I only see my
Sweet, sweet liquid
You say
I don't live my life
You're gods
In our world

Anything
Just a normal common life
Spending time
Doing stuff

You think
I don't do those things
I only see my
Sweet, sweet liquid
You say
I don't live my life
You're gods
In our world

I'm a scapegoat
And they're my lambs
I'm a scapegoat
And they're my lambs

First you come
As gods to our world
Then you bring
Your gods to our world

You think
We don't do anything
We only see
Our sweet, sweet liquid
You hide us
In your premise
You paint
My portrait and theirs