Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theatre (rozz)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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