Luyện nghe bài hát Figurative Theatre (rozz)

In the shallow holes of a eyes
In the knee deep graves of future
The fleshless live off children of the past
And their aging fingers cast the shadow of

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

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

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

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

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

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