Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theater

In the shallow of a thousand eyes
In the knee graves of future survivors
The guests live off children of the past
And aging fingers cast the shadow of death

Their razor tongues invite to relax
As they slip the on your eyelids back
Invasive get into the act
With and candles, silver knives and

Persona women dance with 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 show now

razor sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin on eyelids back
spectators get into the act
With 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
Flowers of doom all in prosperity

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

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