Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theater

In the shallow holes of a eyes
In the knee deep of future survivors
The fleshless guests live off of the past
And their aging fingers cast the shadow of

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

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

razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on eyelids back
spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, knives and

Breath prancers spin on porcelain backbones
A child's muddled cry turns hilarity
freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep
Flowers of all bloom in prosperity

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

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