Megan King: Listen

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)

As far as the meaning of this song, it will be left up to the listener. It's simply an honest cry of "how, what, who where??? i don't understand."

My life has become
Migraine images
flashing not long enough
For me to recall…
That oh so familiar … wall…

Forsaken
Archetypal nothings
Fuse into the gestalt
Of the nameless
They're floating around
But they've got no backbone.

So how can we all be so wrong
Look back at the fire, and turn to salt

Oh Lot
I wouldn’t have trusted you.
I would have wanted to go back, go back among those ashes....
You know I would have wanted to pull them out, pull them out one by one…


So how can we all be so wrong
Look back at the fire and turn to salt
How can we all be so dead?
We know what we should do
But do wrong instead.