[Verse 1]
You wear your anger well and stand
For all the world to see
A heavy cloak and one gloved hand
And no humility

[Verse 2]
You stand inside the garden
And feast on black cherries
And swallow the manna from heaven
And spit out the seeds

[Verse 3]
You spread your anger on sharp-edged knives
Cut my skin and make it bleed
Like Pilate in his self righteousness
You're a traitor and a thief

[Verse 4]
Choking on your unplanned words
Coughing up your lies
Tumbling from your mouth a flurry
Of broken butterflies

[Verse 5]
Broken butterflies at rest
Their wings have snapped in two
On their way to certain death
Their colors golden blue
[Verse 6]
But the blood that flows I cannot hide
The blood that covers me
Nourishes the butterflies
And they are healed and are set free