The Figurehead Velvet Acid Christ

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 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, in despair of time