the cult
butterflies
The wild wide eye with her painted wing She crushed the gray boy Don't you know my selfishness was my suicide Her painted wing became my suicide, suicide The whole world did not start to cry They just got inside me And now they walk behind me They walk behind me They walk behind me Oh lord Like little dogs Like stony dogs, you know Stony dogs Stony dogs They walk behind me, oh lord They walk Behind me Behind me, oh lord.