I stare into
Some great abyss
And calculate

The things I'd miss
If I could only
Make some sense of this


And Madam Butterfly
Resounds

Over the mothership
Her lights flashing around
I float above her and

I wonder how
To make it go away
Make it go away


I crawl into my circumstance
Lay on the table

Begging for another chance
But I was a good girl
I can't understand how to

Make it go away
Make it go away


Sometimes I wonder
Which hurts the worse
The thought of dying

Or reliving every hurt
Was love the illness
And disease the cure

Make it go away