darling, disconnect
yourself from this commercialism-
consumerism resumes sumptuousness.
endlessly guiltlessly,
you've been moving
just a little faster than fashion.
disconnect, disconnect
yourself from the glossy papers
will you never stop
till they recognize your epic return
as the Messiah of Glitz and glam
of this gutter glitter.
and where did your love go?
juxtaposed upon this porcelain face
and where did you soul go?
mercilessly pounded for their brilliant cash
used to buy their brilliant trash
disconnect
when will you disconnect?
will you die, pretty baby
when you disconnect?
