Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Luxury Of Tears, artist - Christian Death. Date of issue: 20.09.2009
Song language: English
The Luxury Of Tears |
| In a phallic, stone tower |
| We rise and fly or stand knee deep in water |
| Skin is smooth and damp |
| Every time he crosses them |
| And there are bones in bed with that child |
| A figure behind the glass |
| Me in his mouth |
| The man has come and gone |
| Aroused my photographic memory |
| Orphan sons and his raw hands |
| (Were slammed in his face) |
| Like fire under whores |
| Insect, smiling eyes project rain |
| Blaze against his teeth |
| The luxury of tears burned my fingers |
| Spinning devils of snow |
| The luxury of tears burned my fingers |
| Spinning devils of snow |
| Oh devils must know the luxury of tears |
| Changing his shape, he raised his eyes |
| Eyes masked with green |
| Threw out his arms, pulled open the door |
| A moist, sour tongue down the silver screen |
| Usher in the bleak years |
| Through his yawning neck |
| I undress in his throat |
| A passion for dust |
| (Was slammed in his face) |
| Pull them down by the wings |
| A rose from my ribs |
| Stole back up the stairs |
| (And laughed in his face) |