Tragic Black - Figurative Theatre lyrics

In the shallow hole of a thousand eyes In the knee-deep graves of future survivors The fleshless guests live off children of the past And their aging fingers cast the shadow of d**h The shadow of d**h 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 Persona-read women dance with priests on a side road Your vision perspectives are turning to stone Cabaret slideshows start shooting their load Act one is the end and 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 Breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones A child's muddled cry turns into hilarity Ungracious freeloaders. They leave their dead on a doorstep The flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity 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 Silver knives and spoons Silver knives and Silver knives and spoons The luxuries of past days are the luxuries of our days The luxuries of past days are the luxuries of our days Our days Our days Our days Our days