Luyện nghe bài hát Stabbing Art To Death

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

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

With music destroyed, we'll only create
Sweet dissonance is all that you'll have
dance across its grave
The art of singing empty with knives of hope
And peace art to death

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

No scalpel, pill or stitch, no sales pitch
Will ever bring the art dying back
And so we are the heirs of glowing lack of care
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 sentiments of
And oh, the songs are sung
And the sweetest lies are
So spread this virus and seek
You it quite relentlessly when Sunday comes
You'll raise hands to sing what a glorious to see

Yet I see art
I see her and I see you
And father you inspire me to to you
You inspire me to to you
all the flags and the money
Sacrifice and

The light in your eyes reflects and I see
And all I want to be for you I'll give
Just to linger on your lips and your 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 sweet and lo
My will sing if art is in yourself
Or in a at school if art is ego and selfishness
And at the mercy of primitive

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

Art is not the
Art is in our

Stab art to