Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theater

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

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

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

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

Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain
A child's muddled cry turns hilarity
Ungracious leave their dead on a doorstep
of doom all bloom in prosperity

Their razor sharp tongues invite to
As they slip the skin on your eyelids
Invasive get into the act
With roses and candles, knives and spoons
With knives and spoons

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