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   And their aging fingers cast the shadow of death      Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax   As they slip the skin on 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   A cabaret slide show starts shooting their loads   Act one is the end and the show now begins      Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax   As they slip the skin on 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 leave their dead on a doorstep   Flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity      Their razor sharp tongues invite to relax   As they slip the skin on your eyelids back   Invasive spectators get into the act   With roses and candles, silver knives and spoons   With 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