Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theatre (rozz)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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