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In the shallow holesof a thousand eyesin the knee-deep gravesof future survivors
The fleshless guests live offchildren of the past
Their aging fingers cast the
Shadow of Death(
Chorus)
Their razor sharp tonguesinvite to relaxas they slip the skin of youreyelids backinvasive spectatorsget into the actwith roses and candlessilver knives and spoonspersona read women dance withpriests on a side roadyour vision perspectives areturning to stonecabaret slide show startsshooting their loads
Act one is the end, the shownow begins(chorus)
Breath ballet prancers spin on
Porcelain backbonea child's muddled cry turns intohilarityungracious freeloaders leave theirdead on a doorstep
Flowers of doom bloom in prosperityluxuries of past days areluxuries of our daysluxuries of past daysluxuries of our days
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