The Figurehead [demo]

Sharp and open

Leave me alone

And sleeping less every night

As the days become heavier, weighted

Waiting in the cold light

A noise, a scream takes my clothes

As the figurines tighten

The spiders inside

Throwing dust on the lips

Of a vision of Hell

I laughed in the mirror

For the first time in a year



A hundred other words

Blind me with your purity

Like an old painted doll

In the throes of dance

I'll think about you tomorrow

Let me sleep

As I slip down the window

Freshly squashed fly

You mean nothing

You mean nothing



I can lose myself in Chinese art

And American girls

All the time you lose me in the dark

Do it right

Run into the night

I will lose myself tomorrow

Crimson pain, my heart explodes

Memory in a fire

And someone will listen for a short while



I can never say no to anyone but you



Too many secrets, too many lies

Writhing with hatred

Too many secrets

Please make it good tonight

But the same image haunts me

In sequence, despair of time

I will never be clean again

Touch her eyes

Press my stained face

I will never be clean again

I will never be clean again

I will never be clean again