Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theatre (rozz)

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

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

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

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

Breath prancers spin on porcelain backbones
A child's muddled cry turns into
Ungracious freeloaders their dead on a doorstep
of doom all bloom in prosperity

Their razor sharp tongues to relax
As they slip the skin on eyelids back
spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver and spoons
silver knives and spoons

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