Christian Death - Figurative Theatre [Iron Mask Session '92] Lyrics

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Figurative Theatre [Iron Mask Session '92]
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What Are The Lyrics For Figurative Theatre [Iron Mask Session '92] By Christian Death?
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 Breath ballet prancers spin on Porcelain backbone 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 |
Who Wrote Figurative Theatre [Iron Mask Session '92] By Christian Death?
Rozz Williams
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What's The Duration Of The Figurative Theatre [Iron Mask Session '92] By Christian Death?The duration of Figurative Theatre [Iron Mask Session '92] is 2:47 minutes and seconds. |
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