The gears inside me grind, To a rhythm that makes these sparks fly in my mind. I make myself beautiful with an absence of complexion. 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 corrugate 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