Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theater

In the holes of a thousand eyes
In the knee deep graves of future
The fleshless guests off children of the past
And aging fingers cast the shadow of death

Their sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids
spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver and

Persona read women dance priests on a side road
Your vision perspectives are to stone
A cabaret slide show starts their loads
Act one is the end and the now begins

razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on your eyelids
Invasive spectators get the act
roses and candles, silver knives and

Breath ballet spin on porcelain backbones
A child's cry turns into hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a
of doom all bloom in prosperity

Their razor sharp tongues invite to
As they slip the skin on your back
Invasive spectators get the act
With and candles, silver knives and spoons
With silver and spoons

The luxuries of past days are the luxuries of our
The of past days are the luxuries of our days