Luyện nghe bài hát The Figurehead

Sharp and open me alone
I'm sleeping less every
As the days heavier and weighted
Waiting in the light a noise

A tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
With inside them
And on the lips of a vision of hell
I in the mirror for the first time in a year

A hundred words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the of dance

I think tomorrow
Please let me sleep as I down the window
squashed fly
You nothing, you mean nothing

I can myself in Chinese art and American girls
All the time me in the dark, please do it right

Run into the night, I will lose myself
Crimson pain my heart
My in a fire
will listen, at least for a short while

I can never say no to but you

Too many too many lies, writhing with hatred
Too many secrets, please make it good
With the image haunts me, in sequence despair of time

I will never be clean I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face I never be clean again
Touched her eyes my stained face
I will never be clean again I will never be clean
I will never be clean again I will be clean again