Cure The The Figurehead Lyrics

The Figurehead Lyrics

Sharp and open

 Leave me alone

 And sleeping less every night

 As the days become heavier and weighted

 Waiting

 In the cold light

 A noise

 A scream tears my clothes as the figures tighten

 With spiders inside them

 And 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 think about tomorrow

 Please 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

 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 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

 In dispair of time

 

 I will never be clean again

 I touched her eyes

 Pressed my stained face

 I will never be clean again

 

 Touch her eyes

 Press my stained face

 I will never be clean again