Butterfly kisses

Verse 1

Click–click–click goes the camera eye,

Smile for the static, don’t ask why.

We film our fears in black and chrome,

Peeping Tom’s just calling home.

Verse 2

One blink, two blinks, three blinks — gone!

Count ‘em down till the film rolls on.

He’s tapping in Morse on your cornea’s drum,

Say “cheese,” sweetheart — the end’s begun!

Pre-Chorus

Ohhh, lights flicker in my skull,

Celluloid worms, oh so full!

Chorus – Metal Groove

Butterfly kisses — peel your eyes!

He’s crawling in, he never dies.

Smile for the frame, dissolve in rhyme,

You blink once, he'll take your life

Bridge – spoken word

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s show

is brought to you by fear, regret, and

Verse 3

He whispers through the camera’s hum,

“I'mcoming for you, nowhere to run.”

Butterflies melt on the lens, they scream,

“Wake up, darling, it’s not a dream" [Chorus – metal groove]

Butterfly kisses — peel your eyes!

He’s crawling in, he never dies.

Smile for the frame, dissolve in rhyme,

You blink once, he eats your time!

I’m the lens that blinks when the dark gets loud,

The film that screams when you face the crowd.

Cut the reel, peel back your grin,

Every frame’s a confession of the monster within.

Cinematography of my catastrophe,

Camera flash burns like a rosary.

You blink once — he’s inchin’ in close,

Got a halo of flies and a face like a ghost.

Tunnel vision with a Polaroid prayer,

He’s behind your eyelids — living there.

Thirty frames deep in a fever dream,

Found footage fiend in the editing scheme.

Smile for the screen while your soul uploads,

Peeping Tom’s in the binary code.

Butterfly wings on a guillotine string,

Flap once, then snip — hear the angels sing.

Chorus – metal groove

Butterfly kisses — peel your eyes!

He’s crawling in, he never dies.

Smile for the frame, dissolve

Eyes for eyes, blink for blink,

Flashbulb pop, and down you sink!

Cut the reel — splice the sin,

Project it backwards — begin

Butterfly kisses — sweet decay,

We film ourselves and fade away.

Peeping Tom’s behind the glass,

Smile, my dear — this take’s your last!

Outro

Click.

Whirr.

He’s closer.

(…shhh.)