The Mañana People - Amputated Memory Lyrics

Amputated Memory
The mayor of my little town,
I wear my tights behind my gown, they're all strung out
A prostitute spreading my legs, giving every guy that begs what you'd expect
It's her that I am following, the object of my conquering, I'm getting in
The darkest shade of blue is black, the strongest ropes are for the neck, I'm holding back
And when armies shoot at your buildings
And your screams are all in vain
Your face will be showing among them, sometimes pleasure causes pain (causes pain)
What is my role, what is my game, I'm searching for a tailored frame, one without shame
Our fates decided by our deaths, our memories are inside our heads, some wasted threads
We are alone, we'll always be a million candles in a scene that no one sees
And when horses pull at your body
And your screams are all in vain
They'll send forces to keep you from bleeding, sometimes hardship has an aim