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

(Chorus)

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

(chorus)

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