Luyện nghe bài hát The Figurehead

Sharp and open leave me
I'm less every night
As the days become heavier and
Waiting in the light a noise

A scream my clothes as the figurines tighten
With spiders inside
And dust on the of a vision of hell
I laughed in the for the first time in a year

A hundred other words me with your purity
Like an old painted in the throes of dance

I about tomorrow
Please let me sleep as I slip down the
Freshly fly
You mean nothing, you nothing

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

Run into the night, I will myself tomorrow
Crimson my heart explodes
My in a fire
Someone will listen, at least for a short

I can never say no to but you

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

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