Wraith Of The Ropes

The Figurehead (Cure cover)

Wraith Of The Ropes


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 

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

Touch her eyes 
Press 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