Alicia stared from her sterile desk
To the dreary window on the dirty town
Over rooftops a fire burned
100 floors above the ground
She followed the bug down to the street
Away from the place she's supposed to be
She once again felt her heartbeat
And she listened to its sound
And the others won't understand
Why she wanted to descend
They had worked so hard to live
In a land of false pretense
So she followed the butterfly
As if it was the last true life
Never letting it out of sight
The thought of losing it cut like a knife