White butterfly's lie, surrounded in myth,
a reflection only shows real, prestige aura shreds its filth,
the light of an innocent, decent turns your way,
look back, look smack, the light white will be your end today

I use to think the flutters right,
its yellow shiny dismay,
twirled around in bourbons spew,
the hypocrisy inlay.

Stuck on the ruck,
ooze out the black tray,
filled with your intentions, we know the truth today,
tossed from white to yellow, tainted until black,
you're the creature of devils eyes,
the one of essence crack.