Songtext von Venus Of Prose

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