Venus Of Prose — текст песни (Marty Willson-Piper)

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