Tekster:
7 Times Suicide The Butterfly Factory

Five years today So long and still it's hard Faces, memories, wishes All kept toghether by a thick yarn So grab your hopes and throw them in the

I don't know what you're looking for You haven't found it baby, that's for sure You rip me up and spread me all around In the dust of the deed of time

lips ashamed He's wrapped on his own pride Cause these are things she shouldn't see The meaning is simple Her words sound clear "Now it's time for