Luyện nghe bài hát The Figurehead

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

A tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a

A hundred other words blind me your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of

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

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

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

I can say no to anyone but you

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

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