Butterfly

Verse 1

Occam’s razor was blunt and rusty,

As you lay on the floor of the bus station.

Pray to your deity,

Delegate responsibility.

Chorus

Don’t pull the wings off the butterfly,

It’s done no harm to you,

It is no master of space and time,

No captain of alternate realities.

Verse 2

Reality is not predefined,

We all have will, I hope there’s time.

Threadbare philosophy, 

Beware this is not F.O.C.

Chorus

Don’t pull the wings off the butterfly,

It’s done no harm to you,

It is no master of space and time,

No captain of alternate realities.

Lepidoptera abuse is of no use,

When you’re stuck in the mobius loop,

That life created for you.

Outro   

Your body’s cold,

Your eyes are closed. x4

Goodbye mum,

Goodbye mother.

Written by Colin M Potter