Butterflies

Run away to the pulse of my blood Until the sky thickens above me Wooden limbs scratching air where they stand A frozen scream, an Alice in Wonderland fall Flashing eyes, woven hands A smile in the dark that dissolves into nothing And time stands still And all your butterflies We were chasing a star that burns empty And blind to the hold Of your own inarticulate hands You held on for my dear life And we choke as we are both rendered empty You'll get nothing from me Fall away, back to Earth, spitting sand Underhanded men forge the anwers in their own hand Down to Earth, where nothing else flies Where gravity is met with its own eyes And all your butterflies We were chasing a star that burns empty And blind to the hold Of your own inarticulate hands You held on for my dear life And we choke as we are both rendered empty You'll get nothing from me You'll get nothing from me Run away to the pulse of my blood Until the sky thickens above me Wooden limbs scratching air where they stand A frozen scream, an Alice in Wonderland fall The flesh of the Earth all worn away thin The seconds stone-cold in a moment gone dim A plunge into darkness and vanity's grasp Where faces haunt mirrors trapped in by the past And all your butterflies We were chasing a star that burns empty And blind to the hold Of your own inarticulate hands You held on for my dear life And we choke as we are both rendered empty You'll get nothing from me You'll get nothing from me You'll get nothing, nothing, nothing from me