The Collector

I'm a little butterfly In your cruel hands soon I'll die It's my destiny, I know There's no way for me to go Silence is just killing me I beg you to set me free Two months in this vault I can't stay here any more But everything's in his will Of this mad collector He Says he loves me tenderly But his plan's enormity The most atrocious thing is that People don't know anything They don't know if I'm alive Or whether I'm dead?. Mother don't you cry all night Father don't you cry all night There's a fire in my soul In your souls I burn a hole But everything's in his will Of this mad collector He Says he loves me tenderly But his plan's enormity