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 your 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 s**
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 colors to bed
And dream I'm writing the skies with joy