I saw that butterfly explode,
I touched it,
I can't tell you wether it was suicide or homicide,
either way a sick grin crept along my face.

I knew I had gone crazy,
"but the crazies never know"
oh the crazies always do.

You may think it was only a butterfly,
caused by entropy,
or me,
itself.
But I'll tell you a butterfly means more than butterfly.
But I won't tell you what it means cause
I'm only talking ****.

Water bottles carry cancer,
food holds onto cancer,
we feed our livestock cancer,
we grow our fruits with cancer,
and I watch the beautiful explode.

Then again I think we should all explode a bit.
Maybe then we'd see our touch hits hard,
like mayonnaise on a mustard jar