Butterfly Effect

Lovers might die in these summertime nights Cuts on my spine from these butterfly knives I rump-a-bum-bum when I humbug songs Come tear my tongue out what if I run? Some call me sire Some call me liar Some search for zion Some search for lions Covered in my pride Color in my lines Make me more colorful What if I shine? Yeah Noose hung by a lovers knot Does she love me, love me not? Chum scrubber Mo’ fucker Burnt rubber Come simmer on my cold shoulder Low loner Lone stoner Bram Stoker Bites on my neck, slice on my wrist No ice on my neck, no ice on my wrist No hiding again when you lie with the fish No hiding again with the sights with the clip Bang Lovers survive in their cumbersome lives Under my spine where the butterflies fly Purples and violets circle in silence Permanent violence churning my eyelids Inside out With my insides out Windpipe drought Ever since I drowned Kiss my mouth with your bittersweet lips Downward Spiral - inner weakness Starving artist, better eat this Carving hearts to better see his Triple my part when let em see six Ride on my wave but I think I’m seasick Seem sick when I see secrets Seamstress seams when I seem stressed Regress Seas set to the deep end Ready for the deep end Treading thru the seasons Really, who needs friends?