In the shallow holes of a thousand eyes

in the knee-deep graves of future survivors

The fleshless guests live off children of the past

Their aging fingers cast 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 spoons



persona read women dance with priests on a side road

your vision perspectives are turning to stone

cabaret slide show starts shooting their loads

Act one is the end, 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 spoons



Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones

a child's muddled cry turns into hilarity

ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep

Flowers of doom bloom in prosperity

luxuries of past days are

luxuries of our days

luxuries of past days

luxuries of our days