You belong to me,
across the electronic sea.
The mind can be electrifying,
but only when set free.
The spire of the mind,
connecting our souls.
Telekinetic soul searching,
searching for what is whole.
Electronic based love,
connecting hearts with sparks.
Electro-love,
I've had enough,
of living in,
a coma.
You belong to me,
across Internet access key.
Two hearts can be unstoppable,
no matter where they lead.
The dungeons of the heart,
are dark, deep, and cold.
But when a flame is lit inside,
the traveler becomes bold.
But we are two screens apart,
two screens too far.
Electro-love,
I've had enough,
of living in,
a coma.
Databases overload,
my heart's going to implode.
Over heated hard drive,
brain is lost, brain is fried.
Electro-love,
I've had enough,
of living in,
a coma,
a coma,
a coma,
a coma.
Electro-love,
I've had enough.
Electro-love...
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
You belong to me,
across the electronic sea.
The mind can be electrifying,
but only when set free.
The spire of the mind,
connecting our souls.
Telekinetic soul searching,
searching for what is whole.
Electronic based love,
connecting hearts with sparks.
Electro-love,
I've had enough,
of living in,
a coma.
You belong to me,
across Internet access key.
Two hearts can be unstoppable,
no matter where they lead.
The dungeons of the heart,
are dark, deep, and cold.
But when a flame is lit inside,
the traveler becomes bold.
But we are two screens apart,
two screens too far.
Electro-love,
I've had enough,
of living in,
a coma.
Databases overload,
my heart's going to implode.
Over heated hard drive,
brain is lost, brain is fried.
Electro-love,
I've had enough,
of living in,
a coma,
a coma,
a coma,
a coma.
Electro-love,
I've had enough.
Electro-love...
Copyight Barry Pietrantonio
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