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