Lyrics:

Wear your anger well inside for all the world to see A heave cloak a one glove tan And no humility You stand inside the garden And feast on black cherries And swallow the mana from heaven and spit out the seeds You spread your anger and sharp edge knife Cut my skin and make it bleed Black pollen in its self-righteousness You are a traitor and a thief Choking on your unplanned words Coughing up your lies Tumbling from your mouth A flurry of broken butterflies Broken butterflies they rest their wings snapped in two On their way to certain death Their colors gold and blue With the blood that flows I can not hide The blood covers me ?? The butterflies they are healed and are set free I wish you had but roof possessed That I don?t expect of you Praise and honor of faithfulness And a rock that you refused If you ever learned to just forgive Will you open your beautiful hearts And lead the way Christ did It is the broken butterflies