Schmetterlinge

Cracks in the bridge over stinking muck
"No trespassing!"
Side pains, empty hearts,
no more questions in a haze.
Sunday faces chatting away,
the river serves as more than a phone.
I have to cross this bridge again and again,
and if I fall, who cares anyway?

Butterflies dress up in bright colors
and dance in the underground.

Below is far from the bottom.
Above is far from God.
Even if I move very slowly,
I am far from bankrupt.
Morning dew on the leaves, sun glint beam
The drums announce paradise,
for the hundred thousandth time.

Butterflies dress up in bright colors
and dance in the underground.

Cracks in the bridge over stinking muck
"No trespassing!"
Side pains, empty hearts,
no more questions in a haze.
Below it's about your butt,
above it's about the throne.
I have to cross this bridge again and again,
and if I fall, who cares anyway?

Butterflies dress up in bright colors
and dance in the underground.

Butterflies dress up in bright colors
and dance in the underground.