Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theater

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

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

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

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

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

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

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