On your third broken window,
Your hair full of glass,
Throw your clothes in the hallway,
Just a sheet on your back.
So you’re super-connected now?
All the freaks gather round, 
And the crowd in your bedroom waits,
For a piece of your personal space.
Are there heart strings connected?
To the wings you’ve got slapped on your back?
Better climb in the window cause I’m closing the door.
On your third broken window,
With your hair full of glass,
Saw your clothes in the hallway,
Just a curtain on your back.
I laugh.
Are there heart strings connected?
To the wings you’ve got slapped on your back?
Better climb in the window cause I’m closing the door.
Now
I’m spinning on a dime.
Now
I’m spinning on a dime.
Now
I’m spinning on a dime.
Like you
claim to do,
Like now,
like now.
Are there heart strings connected?
To the poison coming out of your mouth?
Are you super-connected?
Are you super-connected now?
I’m spinning on a dime.
Throw your clothes in the hallway,
And I’m closing the door.
I am Malach, Are they Super-Connected Now?
Are their heart strings connected?
2.20.2006
Posted by Malach the Merciless at 6:11 PM
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3 comments:
I really like this.
I can see your imagery and can find ways to relate to it.
Good stuff.
Can we expect more?
Thanks for sharing.
Yeah, was a interesting mood experment, I am gonna try this every so often and refine it.
So this is why I liked your blog to begin with.....because you play Belly and paint really well.
=)
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