Luyện nghe bài hát Stabbing Art To Death

Shall we use needles or knives to realign your
The tissue degenerates so
Perhaps it it is the time to cover up your face
And at me to see if I am out of sight

Denying ventricle revel in your plight tonight
such a wonderful person to know
And my name will rest in utter
My resentment receives its wings for
You stroll on just the same into your holy light

With destroyed, we'll only create noise
Sweet dissonance is all you'll have left
We'll across its grave
The art of singing praise with knives of hope
And stab art to death

watched it on its drugs
And I've seen the doctors
withered up
The is black

No scalpel, or stitch, no religious sales pitch
Will ever the art that's dying back
And so we are the of this glowing lack of care
Our in one discord
We all cry out for and spit we clap
The amps are back
My heart is with the one to whom I shout

And glowing you in the friendliest tongue
In sentiments of
And oh, the sweetest songs are
And the sweetest lies are
So this virus and seek yourself
You pursue it quite relentlessly Sunday comes
You'll raise hands to sing a glorious sight to see

Yet I see art
I see her and I see you
And you inspire me to sing to you
You me to sing to you
Burn all the and the money
and laugh

The light in your eyes and I see myself
And all I want to be for you give everything
to linger on your lips and feel your fingertips
You are an

Art is not the
Art is in our

And so I am the prince of sounds that make ring
My kiss me with your sweet lips and lo
My heart will if art is in yourself
Or in a class at if art is ego and selfishness
And at the of primitive tools

We sweet goodbyes in screams and screeches
And bury these in your heart
No paintings or to let you live on
We've the last of art as servants and lovers
We wash your feet and cry out into the the noise, the beauty
The love you bring me stabs these knives into art

Art is not the
Art is in our

Stab art to