Luyện nghe bài hát Stabbing Art To Death

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

Denying ventricle flow in your plight tonight
You're such a wonderful person to
And my name will rest in disdain
My resentment receives its wings for
You deceitfully stroll on just the same into your light

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

watched it on its drugs
And I've the doctors shrug
Cerebellums up
The is black

No scalpel, pill or stitch, no religious sales
Will ever bring the art that's back
And so we are the heirs of this glowing lack of
Our hearts in one
We all cry out for blood and spit we
The are feeding back
My heart is with the one to whom I shout

And glowing you speak in the friendliest
In of gold
And oh, the songs are sung
And the sweetest are told
So spread this virus and yourself
You pursue it quite when 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
all the flags and the money
Sacrifice and

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

Art is not the
Art is in our

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

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

Art is not the
Art is in our

art to death