FLESH DISTILLED: Pretty Party

It was such a pretty party... Butterfly, they dropped like acid Landed on my shoulder Touched me with her dark kiss He lay sleepin' on the wooden cool floor He didn't want but one thing no more Ran out screamin' Swearin', ‘tomorrow I shall kick…’ And I'd like to meet you there Though we but passed on the stair Maybe answers are only destructions So, now, please before I go Tell me not what I don't know And I shall leave here With all of my questions...