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While they didn't gain much more than a cult following
during their existence, Louisiana's Acid Bath has since
attained a somewhat legendary status in the darker corners
of the rock/metal underground. Their style -- a blend of
Black Sabbath-like sludge, bluesy Southern rock, death
metal, hardcore, and hints of goth and industrial --
remains difficult to pigeonhole, having elicited
comparisons to everyone from fellow Bayou-dwellers Soilent
Green and Eyehategod to less extreme acts such as Alice in
Chains, Soundgarden, and '90s-era More...


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My Personal Interpretation | Reviewer: BlackSpiralDancer1
    ------ About the song Scream Of The Butterfly performed by Acid Bath

I'll have a description of each verse in one solid paragraph (eg. Verse 1 = Paragraph 1 Verse 2= Paragraph 2 ect.)


I am like "a creature made of sunshine"; I am perceived to be... good, and happy, and warm; to be made of sunshine; my eyes are like the sky; blueish, but also wide and open; like my mind's eye. I am open eyed and open-minded; vast and accepting of all things. "Rabbit howls... lullaby". Rabbits don't howl, but because I am here, the abnormal happens; like in old mythology and legends, when an abnormal person, like a witch or something, is nearby, all that is normal changes to what others perceive to be abnormal. "The scalpel... whisper pain". My scalpel is not one that can be held in a human hand; my scalpel that does me harm is the one of my mind. My self punishment. It shine's in God's sunshine because he can see it and it's in the open; anyone can see it, but only he can see it truly. Street lights mean the night; like at night when I go for walks and thus is most dominantly when "the scalpel shines" in the light that apparently only he can see in. It's dramatic in a sense because I feel like the street lights symbolize my loneliness; my pain. The pain in my head. "Down here... gone insane". "Down here" is down on Earth; the "poison stream" is all of humanity, and my mind (not that I'm comparing it in ANY way to God; not really, but in the sense that my mind controls me and my actions; in a sense my body's god... ya know?) has gone insane; my mind is messed up now from the poison stream; humanity and it's cruelty and it's ways.


I smile like a child with flowers in my hair; make it like I am alright. That I'm happy. That I am innocent. But the blood on my hands are my sins; my lies, my deceit, my pain... all of my sins and darkness. I stare into the sun; into God's light. I feel it die by the fact that with each day I feel I grow further and further from Him; that I will not get to Heaven. And I cry because of that... "Like the scream of the butterfly"; I, the perceptive 'butterfly'; a 'creature made of sunshine'... My scream is unheard; unnoticed; thought to be small and beautiful.

The "Sunshine a house in flames" is... once again me and my mind; the house in my head; My goodness and happiness and warmth... though it's perceived to be sunshine; that I am 'sunshine'... that 'sunshine' is really my burning, flaming anger; this house that shines so bright like sunshine is really just the flames of my darkness. "She likes... the same" is that I like the attention and thoughts of others to think that I'm a good and happy person, but it feels different than what they think it is. It doesn't feel the same as the way they think it is. "Surgery in... dissection" is to say that it makes sense in my head; the surgery of my mind which I commit with my scalpel; in my mind of dissection...It makes sense to me that I keep using my scalpel against myself. And when my candle burns out... I don't know who 'I' is, but I guess that... It's also my mind. When my physical candle burns out; my body becomes nothing, my mind will resurrect me in a sense. It'll make me come back to life and bring me back to life; bring me to the light. I run through a field of daisies; the daisies being the people of the world; disguised to be good, but they are not. They judge; they are hypocritical; they are cruel; they 'eat their own babies' in the sense that they SAY that these things are okay (for example, being bi. They 'say' that there is nothing wrong with it, but once their own young become that way, they destroy them; ridicule them, ect) but in all actuality, these things are not okay. But no one cares because we are 'free to speak out minds'; we can be hypocritical; we can say what we want because 'the air is free'; we have a right to be disrespectful; to shun; to ridicule those who are different. And I am wanting someone (God) to kiss the dead for me; the dead being the 'babies' eaten; those who are like me; destroyed and ridiculed. They are now 'dead' in a sense, and I would kiss them myself, but it's not in my power... and the kiss is to let them know it will be alright; to let them know that God still loves them...

Now there is 'blood on the moon'; there is no man on the moon; childhood dreams of life being good are dead; the man on the moon has been slaughtered. The summer, known for it's warmth, has grown cold to the cruelty of life. The 'love' in the room is the proclaimed love that everyone speaks about, but I'm sick of hearing of it; of this fake love. The blood on my face got there from my hands; from feeling distressed I have buried my face in my hands, and the dead shore I'm sitting on is the shore of my life; the shore of a dreamer. The highway of emptiness is my life; I can't see anything up ahead, and I'm bored of just sitting here amongst dead dreams and an empty life; I want to escape this world.

All the dreams are dead as I plan my escape from my life. In a sense, I am 'the goddess in bloom'; I'm something great for the world (I've always been told that I will help make the world a better place and shit) but I've been 'handcuffed and raped' in a metaphorical sense; I've been held captive by cruel life and raped of my mental innocence. "There's blood.... the king" is that my feelings that I've committed a sense of suicide; murdering the king; the king being my good thoughts; my happiness... I'm just harming myself and destroying that which rules over my heart. The dreams are dead; I've sinned so much that the blood of my sins are on "just about everything".

Then it repeats; saying again about the "Sunshine a house in flames... kiss the dead for me"

"Something cold... inside her" The realization of the cruelty of life has been forced inside my mind; like a cold knife. I cry from the pain of it. "Stillborn songs... needle freak" Are that the babies of the future have been eaten before their time; I know and can see that their dreams are already dead before they even have a chance to live, and these are the same as the hymns of pain, sorrow, and depression that those who do drugs via needle sing; that they have no life and will go nowhere. I know life is this way; this is the realization. But with 'sunlight in [my] hair [I] smile like [I] don't care'; I cover up this pain that I feel. My dreams are like my eyes; vast and open; open-minded and accepting, but are melting to a liquid; they are sky-colored liquid blue. This time, the 'I' is one of my other selves; I try to release my 'sunshine' girl by cutting myself open; revealing myself to the world; destroying myself to become this 'goddess' that can help others. I try to remind myself of that which I once was; what I once thought I could be.

Then it repeats the "She smiles like a child... butterfly" to reemphasize that I am fake; I am false; I cover up my inner pains and realizations with a smile and false sunshine; there is even more blood of my sins on my hands; the light of God fades from me; I cry out, but I am unheard.

The final verse is the part that has not yet come; maybe a part I can avoid. But it is my giving up on life; this world becoming too overwhelming for me; something I can no longer handle. I fall into grips of the Devil; "an angel with a sawed-off shotgun", and I kill off all that I love; all that I have left, and then I go and follow him; once again like "the scream of the butterfly"; unheard, unseen, and still thought to be of something beautiful.



And that is my interpretation of the song Scream of the Butterfly. And I figure that though this song may have a different actual meaning from the artist, because this is REAL music, EVERYONE can have their own personal perception of this song; regardless how far away it might be from the writer's/band's perception. This is my two cents.

Most underrated Acid Bath song in my open onion. | Reviewer: PsychiatRx 3.3.7. ToxicLagniappe
    ------ About the song The Bones Of Baby Dolls performed by Acid Bath

Acid Bath, Corossion of Conformity, Down, old UGK, your moms philharmonic qwueef, a chattered smiling face plate, the grinding is only load in my head, this parish, this river, this coast, Choke, this place is a shelter in, to imprison again n again for multiple offensive sins. Fuck you I do drugs. Wouldn't you if you couldn't breath?

What I believe | Reviewer: Anonymous
    ------ About the song Scream Of The Butterfly performed by Acid Bath

I believe that this song is about a woman who got raped, so her parents ended up giving her an at home abortion. She couldn't stand being at the house anymore and felt so horrible being around the house that she killed her parents and ran away. Hence the whole " she likes it where she gets it but its never felt the same" and " surgery in the house of dissection."

Insert fancy title here | Reviewer: Meep
    ------ About the song Scream Of The Butterfly performed by Acid Bath

Actually this song is about his girlfriend at the time whom was raped and preformed an abortion. It broke their relationship apart. And these lyrics are wrong. My dads friends with Dax. Back when he still spelt it Dacks.

Title reference to The Doors | Reviewer: Amy
    ------ About the song Scream Of The Butterfly performed by Acid Bath

It's not that hard to hear/feel the influence of Jim Morrison in the lyrics. The title of this song alone references that. In 'When The Music's Over' the line 'Before I sink into the big sleep I want to hear, I want to hear the scream of the butterfly' is in fact a reference to a porn movie titled The Scream of the Butterfly that Jim had watched prior to penning that song.
As a huge Doors fan I was greatly intrigued with Acid Bath and Dax Riggs in turn. :D


Enjoy. | Reviewer: Ginger Briggs
    ------ About the song Scream Of The Butterfly performed by Acid Bath

I get so lost in the music the words never mattered. I feel the artist also had underlying reasons for his lyrics. As and artist myself, I know I express my pain, anger, sorrow and other emotions through my artwork. In addition, the passion he puts into the vocals are amazingly touching.. deep.. I have no words to describe what it makes me feel. Extacy?

Clarification... | Reviewer: James "Mongrel" Thalidar
    ------ About the song The Morticians' Flame performed by Acid Bath

The reason Acid Bath fell apart was because the bassist died in an accident, along with his mother, after a drunk driver hit them at high speeds. After Acid Bath, there were a few other acts, including "Agents of Oblivion", which was still great, but lacking that one member, it didn't seem like their hearts were still quite in it. Like the previous reviewer, I think that to this day, Acid Bath is probably one of the best things to happen to Metal, and music in general, in our generation. It's just a damn shame that not many people know about these guys.

AB wtksp the morticians flame | Reviewer: Daxxisgod
    ------ About the song The Morticians' Flame performed by Acid Bath

for those of you that dnt kno acid bath ran from 1991 to 97 and was imo easily the most profound and inventive sludge metal bands ever. there wicked lyric along with dax' voice and there deep and disturbing underlying meanings leave you speechless to bad they went there seperate ways and well died

Never be another | Reviewer: Dezzer
    ------ About the song New Death Sensation performed by Acid Bath

This colection of some of the most talent yet raw artist will never be duplicated. Dax quite the poet and the rest of the band fits like finger to a hand for the over all appeal. Sad to hear about the death of the basist I have a tattoo by a guy named Crazy Mick who has done work on and hung out with Dax and the boys quite a honor LONG LIVE
Acid Bath ............................................................................................

Loss of innocence | Reviewer: dillon
    ------ About the song Scream Of The Butterfly performed by Acid Bath

This song is about losing your naive outlook on life and coming to terms with the ugliness of the world, something that everyone has to experience at some point in there lives. BTW, "rabbit howls like something old is" actually "rabid howls like something else".


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