Super Connected

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 heartstrings connected
To the wings you 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 cuirtain on your back
(I laugh)

Are there heartstrings connected
To the wings you got slapped on your back?
Better climb in a window 'cause I'm closing the door
Now I'm spinning on a dime

Like you claim to do
Like right now
Like now
Are there heartstrings 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