Luyện nghe bài hát The Figurehead

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

A scream tears my as the figurines tighten
With spiders them
And on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first in a year

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

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

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

Run the night, I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain my explodes
My memory in a
Someone will listen, at 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 tonight
With the image 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
her eyes Press my stained face
I never be clean again I will never be clean again
I will never be again I will never be clean again