The Figurehead - Live in Paris

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 figurines 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)
 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, despair of time
 I will never be clean again
 Touched her eyes, pressed my stained face
 I will never be clean again
 Touched her eyes, pressed my stained face
 I will never be clean again
 I will never be clean again
 I will never be clean again
 I will never be clean again