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 of death

Their razor sharp tongues 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
Your vision perspectives are to stone
A cabaret show starts shooting their loads
Act one is the end and the show now

Their razor sharp invite to relax
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 cry turns into hilarity
Ungracious leave their dead on a doorstep
Flowers of all bloom in prosperity

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

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