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