Sweet Butterfly

"I will die here in this sorrow
I was waiting for tomorrow
Palpitate the pulse until you feel
my heart explode
against the wall

Talk about me, Laugh about me
Cry about me... nail me to the cross
I'll be a martyr for the hated
The weak, the ugly, the lost
I will die here in this sorrow
I won't wait for tomorrow
Palpitate the pulse until you resurrect
my soul from the wall"

*Misfits