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