When I move You move with me I feed off you You feast on me And what I see You can not see That when I move You move with me Where´s this small dead hand that creeps me I am biting it to its very bone Collapsing with everything new on me until it gets so very old And what I see You can not see That when I move You move with me There is this third body spinning fast reducing me into a relapse with its criplled flaps slow motion dims sweetly parasited by butterfly wings And what I see You can not see That when I move You move with me All that is old is new again (To be) each other spies we´re condemned Everything is everywhere The butterfly effect And what I see You can not see I will have to kill you Before you kill me