Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theater

In the shallow holes of a eyes
In the knee graves of future survivors
The fleshless live off children of the past
And their aging fingers the shadow of death

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

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

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

ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones
A child's cry turns into hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders leave dead on a doorstep
Flowers of all bloom in prosperity

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

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