The Butterfly's Lude

Like you didn't care
What was goin' on about me
Asking what if you hadn't changed
What if you weren't gladly ranged
But just seek what your eyes see
You don't bleakly tighten your leg irons
'Cause when you waft thru the highest air
And the butterflies without abdomen
In the soft Appalachian Mountains
Where you slept under boulders for years
Where you lied with your mind
Where you kept yearning for limestone
Where you snapped your wings off
Where you ate your friends' viscera
Where you suffocated in smoke
The past will masquerade you
You malaise-ridden ass
But 'cause now that you're nude like snow pits
That your thoughts slowly burn in putrid hell
It's time for a trip to Albemarle
While drifting snarly on a dime
On starry skies and harsh tin bars
Like you're as unseen as mahogany's role