"The Forgotten Venus" by Postraumatic taken from the album "The Script"
Music and Lyrics by Postraumatic
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I m a shed still hanging
by this monstrous machine's claws
my life is discarted book unread
All my parts change prices
by zeiteconomy
my name is fake and my face made of wax
The little girl i turbidly recall
was left behind
among the pictures of my happiness
Now i crawl into illusions of an ideal livin'
watching me (!) to perform this vile tragedy
I m forced to smile
i drown my pain
i hide the suffering of millions behind my eyes
i leave them seek their lost pleasure
on my warm naked flesh
just to pretend at my self that i live!
ordered to kneel
wish my role was rewritten
but i m still here to make them compromise their urges
i exchange traumatic memories for material gains
making me someday the pain shall end
stimulative, dress to impress
and hide the hells beneath the flesh to offer the lesser
and i know those who taste me
won't remember my voice
won't remember my face
nothing but the empty space in their pockets
those who taste me...
those who use me...
those who missed me...
those who did never saw me..
and young and innoncent
you ve never heard this nightmare screams
you now seek your own delight on my body
and i know you're the only one
who saw my decency to bleed
cause on this stage equality is declining
forget me
forget me
