11 VERTICALS
24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood
When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold-blooded claws never offer Anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waiting to pick up the pieces That make it out alright But pieces of what? Pieces of what Pieces of what doesn’t matter anymore Moonlight on my floor Shining through the roof They got the city surrounded As if I needed proof I forgot my fear… Feel it’s on the rise… Buried by all of the pieces… Falling from the sky But pieces of what? Pieces of what Pieces of what doesn’t matter anymore ~MGMT