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 aging cast the shadow of death

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

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

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

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

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

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