Broken Butterflies Lyrics

(Intro)
You wear your anger well and stand
For all the world to see
A heavy cloak, that one gloved hand
And no humility
You stand inside the garden
And feast on black cherries
And swallow the mana from heaven
And spit out the seeds
You spread your anger on sharp edged knives
Cut my skin and make it bleed
Like Pilate in his self-righteousness
You are a traitor and a thief
Choking on your unplanned words
Coughing up your lies
Tumbling from your mouth
A flurry of broken butterflies
Broken butterflies
They rest their wings snapped in two
On their way to certain death
Their colours gold and blue
With the blood that flows I can not hide
The blood that covers me
Nourishes the butterflies
And they are healed and are set free
I wish you had what Ruth possessed
Then I don't expect that of you
Grace and honour and faithfulness
And a love that you refused
Will you ever learn to just forgive
Will you open your beautiful eyes
And bleed the way Christ did
And fix the broken butterflies
Ooooh-ooooh ooooh-ooooh
Ooooh-ooooh ooooooh
Ooooh-ooooh ooooh-ooooh
Ooooh-ooooh ooooooh
(Outro)