Always inside, I act just like you, so you'll like what you see,
You won't see through my eyes.

I throw myself up, hate and take aim,
Shards of desire fall with the rain.

Blonde vacuum, with a hidden mouth that smokes inside, like a cigarette,
I'm sending languages, secret messages, but I haven't found you yet.

You say, "What's in you fist' What's in your head'
What's in your eyes' What's in your bed'"
I don't know, but don't give up,
Don't give up.

There's a fist in my head, dreams in my fist,
Eyes in my sex, sex in my mouth,
You don't know.

I'm interesting, you think I'm interesting, like the Apocalypse,
I'm trying to connect with you, but I'm dark, in a soul eclipse.

I can't get the sleep out of my eyes,
I wear colours to bed, and dream I'm writing the skies with joy.