The gears inside me grind, 

to a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind. 

I make myself beautiful wih an absensce of complextion. 

Cynical with hopes and dreams, 

my white flag is raised and in this scheme, 

I see the start to a new direction.` 



Though failure is fleeting, 

now the atmosphere's retreating 



Come on baby dive right in, 

lets sin with a little skin on skin, 

oh i've been knocking all night 

but you still won't let me in. 

Come on baby dive right in, 

lets sin with a little skin on skin, 

ill make you finish first 

and then i'll add your ego in. 



they scarcely corragate the surface with a wind of accidental burden, 

we all wear lips that are cold bruised overused in tales of racy pasquinade 



The wind might catch me, 

capture and dispatch me