The Luxury Of Tears Lyrics - Death Club: 1981-1993 - Christian Death

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) 

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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 

Photos 

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)