Luyện nghe bài hát Cut the Flesh

My razors are trained to a surface
Every time I
it me to punish my skin
Remorse has proved to be a
And I don't at all
if see the shape I am in

Day by Day
another conflict causes to cut the
And if these fail to show the truth
I got to cut even

The are true art of expression
Signs of
With no doubt -but keeping alive
My way to let out all
A therapy
Possible with the blade of a

But I find my soul . . .