jay-susssss two words, one lord

come clean markI havent much to say above the noiseas if myspace is beside a very very busy metro stationThe noise, the traffic, the flow. And we wont stop off for a moment longerThen to make endless hellosWe sit in a circle and consummate our society of the screenAs best we know itElectronic companionDesperation, longing: jealousy impure bred from your siteAnd I scream above the noiseOn my soapbox in the skyAnd nobody need listenNeed hear a cryChastise the heartless vagabondWho dwells only to be heardWhose space is a messy garageWhose blog is a desk covered in endless projectsMisrepresented Cyber-lust, benchmark of toneless democracyLET US RISE ABOVE THE NOISEKeep me at fingerslengthBursitis of the soulBlackberry brain