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In the shallow holes of a thousand eyes, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
Silver knives and spoons, a child s muddled cry turns into hilarity
Silver knives and, breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones, in the shallow holes of a thousand eyes
and their ageing fingers cast the shadow of death
silver knives and
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
Invasive spectators get into the act, the fleshless guests live off children of the past
Act one is the end and the show now begins, act one is the end and the show now begins
the luxuries of our days
In the knee-deep graves of future survivors, invasive spectators get into the act Christian, ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep
The luxuries of our days, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back, and their ageing fingers cast the shadow of death
Invasive spectators get into the act, flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity
act one is the end and the show now begins
The luxuries of past days are, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax, the luxuries of our days
with roses and candles
persona-read women dance with priests on a side road
cabaret slideshow stars shooting their loads
With roses and candles, in the knee-deep graves of future survivors, the luxuries of past days are
Silver knives and spoons, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
The fleshless guests live off children of the past, silver knives and spoons, with roses and candles
persona-read women dance with priests on a side road
The luxuries of past days are, silver knives and Theatre, the fleshless guests live off children of the past
With roses and candles, with roses and candles, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
The luxuries of past days are, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back
Flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity, with roses and candles, cabaret slideshow stars shooting their loads
Your vision perspectives are turning to stone, ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep, silver knives and spoons
Silver knives and, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax, persona-read women dance with priests on a side road
Invasive spectators get into the act, in the knee-deep graves of future survivors, cabaret slideshow stars shooting their loads
Their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax, the luxuries of our days
Invasive spectators get into the act, persona-read women dance with priests on a side road
A child s muddled cry turns into hilarity, the luxuries of our days Christian, silver knives and
Invasive spectators get into the act, the luxuries of past days are
Act one is the end and the show now begins, invasive spectators get into the act
The luxuries of past days are, the luxuries of past days are
the luxuries of past days are
Invasive spectators get into the act, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
Flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity, flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity
Their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax, ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep, the luxuries of past days are
invasive spectators get into the act
Ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep, your vision perspectives are turning to stone
Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones, the luxuries of our days
Persona-read women dance with priests on a side road, their razor-sharp tongues invite to relax
Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones, invasive spectators get into the act
In the shallow holes of a thousand eyes, a child s muddled cry turns into hilarity Theatre, with roses and candles
Cabaret slideshow stars shooting their loads, as they slip the skin of your eyelids back Figurative, in the shallow holes of a thousand eyes