In Your Head 2004-04-11 @ 5:19 a.m. Her feet jump up, grace the ground; they're flying. Then she comes down. A zombie; she's craving the space in your head. She dances her best in worn imaginations, where her potential becomes kinetic. She's lightning, and thunder. She's storm, static and grounded; charged, running on inactive inertia. A zombie; she's hungry for the space inside your head. She's hungry for the space inside you. So plug in, fucker.
The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12 everything � Claudia (2003-2008) |