Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theatre (rozz)

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

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

Persona read women dance with on a side road
Your vision perspectives are turning to
A cabaret slide show starts shooting 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
roses and candles, silver knives and

Breath ballet prancers spin on backbones
A child's muddled cry into hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a
Flowers of doom all bloom in

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

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