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.