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Figurative Theatre - text

In the shallow hole of a thousand eyes
In the knee-deep graves of future survivors
The fleshless guests live off children of the past
And their aging fingers cast the shadow of death
The shadow of death

Their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin of your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and

Persona-read women dance with priests on a side road
Your vision perspectives are turning to stone
Cabaret slideshows start shooting their load
Act one is the end and the show now begins

Their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin of your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and

Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones
A child's muddled cry turns into hilarity
Ungracious freeloaders. They leave their dead on a doorstep
The flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity

Their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
As they slip the skin of your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act
With roses and candles, silver knives and spoons
Silver knives and spoons
Silver knives and
Silver knives and spoons

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

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