M. Shepard (Live)

The stage is set to rip the wings from the butterfly
The stage is set, don't forget to breathe between the lines
The whole world dies, it's safe
Take the stage and the screens will stretch like landing strips
Hospital, dead gives in, won't have to be afraid anymore
The crowd is growing silent, gathering storm

Curtain falls
And we're caught on the other side
Trying to keep up the act
We lie in the back of black cars, windows rolled up
Joining the procession of emptiness
We say these words
"It's too late, take them back"
So, we hold our breath
And we fold our hands like paper planes
We don't have to be alone ever again

There's a riot in the theater, they're standing in the aisles
They're getting the firearms everywhere, and they're all lining up
Blood from the oven is fine, stand alone

Curtain falls
Caught on the other side
Trying to keep up the act
Lie in the back of black cars, windows rolled up
Joining the procession of emptiness

The stage is set to rip the wings from the butterfly