Russian punks on speed lyrics

Emptiness, waiting at the window Like a half born child Reaching in, reaching in and touching something deep inside Wide awake, staring eyes that look at you and pierce your skin Work their way, deep within Something blue, something nearly new TV dolls, Russian punks on speed And little painted boys Spitting out, curious descriptions of painted noise Wide awake, walking through a wilderness of hopes and dreams Reams and rhymes, signs and schemes Walking blind, walking through your mind