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Butterfly

At the last outback, near the edge of the line where the hologram bandits run. All the stained-glass gods sing a digital hymn in the shadow of things to come. The Amphetamine Queen of the Broken Hearts on a mirror of silver swans with her Jigsaw Christ and the Chemical Pope In a dream boat floating along. Banshees howling on the wind they ride Ten feet high and I’m following the butterfly. Ain't no reason and there ain't no rhyme. Ten feet high and I’m following the butterfly. Mixing tea leaves up with the medicine man through the tunnels that bend your mind. All the wind-up boys and mechanical girls plugging in to the end of time. It’s the bottom of the ninth in the house of cards picking sides where you stand your ground. But the pyramid schemes as the pendulum swings and the pillars come crashing down. Spell bound seeker sitting mesmerized. Ten feet high and I’m following the butterfly. Sideways speaker in a suit and tie. Ten feet high and I’m following the butterfly. I made a pact with the Devil on a lonely road. He was sitting on a mailbox, eyeing my soul. So, I sealed my fate in an envelope and now I’m juggling the fire that the future holds.