Butterfly

Then I might spread what is my own
And embrace the warmth when it comes
It's my curse, my bonfire, my kindness act
It's the other face I give to the words I said
Then I'm flesh until I'm a fucking hurricane

A long way from dust and in dust I am again
For my heart is limited and won't be set free
Inside of what are my vices and my strengths 
Though I can only wish to fly out of a memory

Waterfall of luck
Honey from a butterfly
Flapping wings through a meteor shower
Caught in a frost hour and justified
Handfull of pollen
Ghost of a butterfly
Keeping winds and rains for dried grounds
I'll fly towards the sun and lands beyond
To never return

So I gather these sands on my acre of moon
And forge my wills of escape to deeper glooms
It's my build, my reverance to my eager routines
That feeds drifts and dysfunctional doctrines

All I can do is undo myself
'Cause I can't grow a small faith
I can't put god in anybody's feet
But while you're eating words and seeds
I have been painting daisies on my weeds

No, I won't stay
Almost untouched, almost arrived
Almost loved, almost translated
Almost imaculated, almost above