





The Figurehead
Sharp and open
A hundred other words blind me with your purity
I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
I can never say no to anyone but you...
Too many secrets
I will never be clean again
Touch her eyes
I will never be clean again
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold night
A noise
A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of the vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year
Like an old painted doll in the throws of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep
As I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing
All the time
Lose me in the dark
Please do it right
Run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain
My heart explodes
My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least just for a short while
Too many lies
Writhing with hatred
Please make it good tonight
But the same images haunts me
In sequence
In despair of time
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again