One Day The Only Butterflies Left Will Be In Your Chest As You March Towards Your Death

(álbum: Post Human: Survival Horror - 2020)

On the verge of no return, why'd you keep fucking it up?
Don't want to have to bury you, but nothing seems to get through your skull
One day the only butterflies left will be in your chest
As you march towards your death, breathing your last breath
I hate to say "I told you so", but look how the bruises show

Tell me, how's it gonna feel without my arms wrapped around, wrapped around you?
Bet it feels pretty real when your skin starts to peel from the bone
You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you
Haunting your own house, nothing to lose
How did I let you sink your fangs so deep? Ah
You know you can't breathe on your own

Past the point of rescuing, why'd I keep pushing my luck?
The hole I wore into your soul has got too big to overlook
One day the only butterflies left will be in our chests
As we march towards our death, breathing our last breath
I thought we had a future, but we ain't got a chance in hell

So tell me, how's it gonna feel without my arms wrapped around, wrapped around you?
Bet it feels pretty real when your skin starts to peel from the bone
You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you
Haunting your own house, nothing to lose
I let you sink your fangs so deep, ah
You know I can't breathe on my own (You know you can't breathe on your own)
How can I breathe on my own? (How can you breathe on your own?)

The sun is setting on our love, I fear
Letting our loneliness out, into the atmosphere
The tide is turning on, our chance to turn it 'round
I never thought I'd see my fingernails fall out

Love isn't in the air
Love isn't in the air
Love isn't in the air
Love isn't in the air