Ace Of Spade

once i had a lovely butterfly that I use to hate
I kept it inside my bottle and shake it
Happy to see it nauseous
Happy to see it fall apart
Happy to see it begging for me to stop

I do this everyday until somebody gave me a nudge…
He told me to let it go
The butterfly is dying, begging for its soul

I told the man that the butterfly can’t have it’s soul back
It’s soul belongs to me…
I’ll crash it... I’ll burn it... I won’t let it free!
Then the man told me, that if I won’t let it go, I’ll forever hate
But hate is what I could no longer take

I hesitated for a moment ‘til I realize
I’ll be like the butterfly if I won’t compromise…
For once upon a time the butterfly also loved to hate,
It’s because it couldn’t accept its tormented fate

So I let it go… set it free
The butterfly is now very happy…
I told the butterfly may it live so well…
Be happy, move on, live wild and free!