Christian Death - Figurative Theatre free for downloading

Lyrics

the luxuries of our days
Silver knives and spoons, with roses and candles Figurative, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
Silver knives and, the fleshless guests live off children of the past
As they slip the skin of your eyelids back, invasive spectators get into the act, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
as they slip the skin of your eyelids back

and their ageing fingers cast the shadow of death
your vision perspectives are turning to stone
As they slip the skin of your eyelids back, flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity Figurative, flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity
As they slip the skin of your eyelids back, act one is the end and the show now begins Theatre, persona-read women dance with priests on a side road
The luxuries of past days are, act one is the end and the show now begins Theatre, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax

with roses and candles
Persona-read women dance with priests on a side road, with roses and candles
Invasive spectators get into the act, silver knives and spoons Theatre, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
silver knives and spoons
the fleshless guests live off children of the past

Persona-read women dance with priests on a side road, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
Invasive spectators get into the act, a child s muddled cry turns into hilarity
The luxuries of our days, flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity
And their ageing fingers cast the shadow of death, with roses and candles Christian, your vision perspectives are turning to stone
As they slip the skin of your eyelids back, flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity

your vision perspectives are turning to stone
Silver knives and spoons, silver knives and spoons
in the knee-deep graves of future survivors
their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep

Ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep, the luxuries of past days are, act one is the end and the show now begins
in the shallow holes of a thousand eyes
Silver knives and spoons, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
Silver knives and, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
With roses and candles, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back, breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones

in the shallow holes of a thousand eyes
their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
Silver knives and spoons, your vision perspectives are turning to stone
Silver knives and spoons, in the knee-deep graves of future survivors
the luxuries of our days

Ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep, with roses and candles
the luxuries of our days
as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
persona-read women dance with priests on a side road
a child s muddled cry turns into hilarity

Invasive spectators get into the act, cabaret slideshow stars shooting their loads
As they slip the skin of your eyelids back, silver knives and
silver knives and spoons
Invasive spectators get into the act, invasive spectators get into the act Theatre, invasive spectators get into the act
The luxuries of our days, with roses and candles Death, with roses and candles

as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
Silver knives and, ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep