Exploitation - The Silent Comedy

Contessa, little darling, they’re gonna love your limbs

So feeble, so flawless, you will be broken

They’ll dress you in violet, they’ll touch your tender hair

Those demons, the silence you’ll learn to block them

So pick a spot on the wall, stare at it with all the strength you got

If the light is right, see a shape so you won’t think at all

In the dark, wide awake when all those men have gone

You cry for mother’s scar, swear at him, say I’ve had enough

The pressure, it’s rising to let the shadows in The face of your father, it’s in the darkness

You’ll fake it, you’ll fight it, you’ll scrape and scrub your skin

The stain and the fire, your fate’s decided

So pick a spot on the wall, stare at it with all the strength you got

If the light is right, see a shape so you won’t think at all

In the dark, wide awake when all those men have gone

You cry for mother’s scar, swear at him, say I’ve had enough

Pick a spot on the wall, stare at it with all the strength you got

If the light is right, see a shape so you won’t think at all

In the dark, wide awake when all those men have gone

You cry for mother’s scar, swear at him, say I’ve had enough

I’ve had enough

I’ve had enough