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 thougt of dying
Or reliving every hurt

Was love the illness
And disease the cure
Make it go away