butterflies racing on the minefield
paradise is closer than the feeling
if they touch the ground
they will look around
and explode in a million parts
that’s where the grave of the butterflies starts
see how their tiny wings will be torn down by the wind
the world will cry when the butterflies die
cause they stepped on a field of mine
flying couldn’t save them from the nightmare
crying in my sleep but what do i care
they got pinned down
far from their hometown
death is what they know now
see how their tiny wings will be torn down by the wind
the world will cry when the butterflies die
cause they stepped on a field of mine
yeah they stepped on a field of mine