Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theater

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

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

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

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

Breath ballet spin on porcelain backbones
A muddled cry turns into hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a
Flowers of doom all in prosperity

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

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