Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach, I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Ive been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
Ive been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Just what God needs, one more victim
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Everyday I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Got a kick for a dog, beggin for love
Gotta have my sufferingso that I can have my cross
I know a cat named easter, he says will you ever learn
Youre just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird
Ive been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
Ive been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start my own religion
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Everyday I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Please be
Save me
I cry
Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
Ive been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Where are those angels when you need them
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Everyday I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Erase una vez, una mariposa blanca que era la reina de todas las mariposas del alba, se posaba en los jardines, entre las flores más bellas, y le susurraba historias al clavel y a la violeta. Felíz la mariposilla, presumidilla y coqueta, parecía una flor de almendro mecida por brisa fresca… más llegó un coleccionista, mañana de primavera, y sobre un jazmín en flor, aprisionó a nuestra reina la clavó con alfileres, entre cartulinas negras, y la llevó a su museo de breves bellezas muertas, las mariposas del alba lloraban por la floresta.
Sobre un clavel se posó, una mariposa blanca y el clavel se molestó, blanca la mariposa y rojo el clavel, rojo como los labios de quién yo se rojo como los labios de quién yo se.
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