Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

too hot to handle
she melted on ice

she felt the slippery wet goo of her own existance
oozing down into the voyeure's realm

she watched ignited
she played the glistening-eyed game

feel it smell it taste it dig it
squeeze it between your fingers
ponder it's texture and light

melt it
on ice

cumbersome duty
watch it go by
pass
whistling
wasting the time
over turned
zapped
hit square in the chest

bombed

bummed

out on a limb

swinging and twisting
turn of the screw
thief

that heart didn't belong to you
but you wanted it
longed for it
skewered it
penetrated deep
dug it
dug it
dug it

oh baby I do
but as at highest noon
I am framed in harsh light
and can't be blamed

Spotlight on
feel the heat

melt on ice
melt on ice
oh isn't it nice
to melt on ice
feel the heat