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