Woorden: The Nerve Agents. Madam Butterfly.

it was not my decision
To conjure up mirrored images that we share...
You and me, my dear
Feet firmly planted in the same hell
Interesting though how
This plays out

Madam, I remember you now...
That was you that stood right out...
What was it though, about you..?
Oh, I know..! ..oh no!!!

When your cocoon breaks,
You'll fly away
What then will your intentions be

With your beautiful wings spread, displayed?
Madam, embrace your true brillance...

And fly... fly, fly, fly!!!

Madam butterfly
Seek out your true brillance...
Let no one ever stop you!