Blood Butterfly

We are all Blood Butterfly
Flying in ours live
Some suffer day and night, to birth at death
We call it "happy flesh"

We are all Blood Butterfly
Some go to die
We call it "Sacrifice for progress"

We are all Blood Butterfly
Some are slow torture
We call it "Noble tradition"

We are all Blood Butterfly
We know their sorrow but we deny their cry and tears
You just have to see and hear