With 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 around,
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 a 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 a 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 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.
