Marty Willson-Piper - Venus Of Prose Тексты

Years of bliss
Fill your head
Trapped in a jar
Your eyes are dead
Rich in words
You're the Venus of prose
As beauty erodes


She says No
He says


Accolade slips
Lost your sway
Suffocate
In an aura of jade
Who can win
In the reign of a week
I die in your sleep


She says No
He says


Open you up
Peer on through
Taste of dust
Where nothing's true
Listen with your eyes
Face your deceit


You're dead on your feet


She says No
He says