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Aug 01 2012

Die Die Die Butterfly

Published by at 6:11 am under Music

This one came to me in a dream because I was playing too much WoW. There is no music associated directly to it. but it comes from sometime around October 20th, 2008

There’s a glowing crystal shard
sitting out in my front yard
mutating all the critters with it’s sin…
it fell down from the sky
where it use to like to fly
and thats how this big evil did begin.

After that evil old shard fell,
they started to all swell.
and sprout fangs from their ugly insect grins.
then they started all to sense
us humans across the fence
as saliva dribbled down their chitinous insect chins.

Die Die Die Butterfly.
Your fang-filled proboscis makes me cry.
you want to drink my nectar,
like a vampire Hannibal Lecter
Oh lord, please tell me, why oh why!

Now they look at me
cackling with glee
with a predatory gleam in there dead eyes
they they start to chase
the humans, they all race
to find shelter from death swarming from the skies.

I dive into my shed
my heart swollen with cold dread.
The end of days looms near in my estimation
but then I start to think
I am not a refreshing drink
so I start my personal investigation.

Die Die Die Butterfly.
Your fang-filled proboscis makes me cry.
you want to drink my nectar,
like a vampire Hannibal Lecter
Oh lord, please tell me, why oh why!

My eye spies an Axe
want to take a few wacks
So I reach out and grab it with my hands.
I won’t die without a fight
there’ll be insect blood tonight
even if it’s going to be my last stand.

I ready a mighty swing
and lop off a giant wing
one less buggy left now to try to eat my face.
I swing and swing again
bring bumble a gory end.
but so many left to consume the human race.

Die Die Die Butterfly.
Your fang-filled proboscis makes me cry.
You want to drink my nectar,
like a vampire Hannibal Lecter
Oh lord, please tell me, why oh why!

It’s time for my last stand
my ending will be grand.
the crunchy corpses pile around me wide and high.
My axe is dripping gore.
down my arm and on the floor.
my hands slip loose and the axe flies so I sigh.

Disarmed I look for it
the bugs all score a hit.
and my body starts to swell from insect Poison.
I get out one last curse
as I end my last verse
my heartbeat stops, it looks like the insect boys win.

Die Die Die Butterfly.
Your fang-filled proboscis makes me cry.
You want to drink my nectar,
like a vampire Hannibal Lecter
Oh lord, please tell me, why oh why!

Die Die Die Butterfly.
Your fang-filled proboscis makes me cry.
You want to drink my nectar,
like a vampire Hannibal Lecter
Oh lord…. please tell me… why oh whyyyyyyyyy!

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