[00:00.00]The Luxury of Tears - Christian Death
[00:33.79]In a phallic stone tower
[00:36.92]We rise and fly or stand knee deep in water
[00:47.48]Skin is smooth and damp
[00:49.55]Every time he crosses them
[00:53.05]And there are bones in bed with that child
[00:57.54]A figure behind the glass
[01:00.23]Me in his mouth
[01:15.92]The man has come and gone
[01:19.48]Aroused my photographic memory
[01:29.30]Orphan sons and his raw hands
[01:32.30]Were slammed in his face
[01:56.61]Like fire under whores
[01:59.68]Insect smiling eyes project rain
[02:06.55]Blaze against his teeth
[02:24.13]The luxury of tears burned my fingers
[02:28.13]Spinning devils of snow
[02:30.76]The luxury of tears burned my fingers
[02:34.51]Spinning devils of snow
[02:57.93]Oh devils must know the luxury of tears
[03:15.88]Changing his shape he raised his eyes
[03:21.13]Eyes masked with green
[03:29.51]Threw out his arms pulled open the door
[03:33.56]A moist sour tongue down the silver screen
[03:43.32]Usher in the bleak years
[03:46.51]Through his yawning neck
[03:48.57]I undress in his throat
[03:50.38]A passion for dust
[03:52.01]Was slammed in his face
[03:56.89]Pull them down by the wings
[03:58.82]A rose from my ribs
[04:01.89]Stole back up the stairs
[04:05.01]And laughed in his face