01/28/16 - No particular story to this one, it's been knocking around in my head a long time.
We had a thing
In the horror movie sense
Don’t know why that thing won’t die but here it comes again
It stalks the night
And it’s killing all our friends
Run and hide then turn and fight
The story never ends
No one intends the unintended consequences
Hey that’s what unintended consequences means
No one intends the unintended consequences
Watch out that butterfly’s about to flap its wings
We had a flame
In the comment section sense
Don’t know why that flame won’t die but here it comes again
It burns alive what we do not understand
Page and page of boundless rage until we both are banned
And now we’re firmly on the road
Where good intentions seem to lead
What put us there I do not know
It is a mystery… It is a mystery…
A mystery
In the Scooby Dooby sense
Why disguise as monsters just to hide the evidence?
We try for fright, get a slapstick chase instead
Fall in traps and lose our masks and curse the meddling kids
No one intends the unintended consequences
Hey that’s what unintended consequences means
No one intends the unintended consequences
Watch out that butterfly’s about to flap its wings
Flap flap flap butterfly
Flap flap flap butterfly
Flap flap flap butterfly
The hurricane begins