Luyện nghe bài hát Stabbing Art To Death

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

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

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

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

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

And glowing you speak in the friendliest
In of gold
And oh, the sweetest are sung
And the sweetest lies are
So spread this and seek yourself
You it quite relentlessly when Sunday comes
You'll raise to sing what a glorious sight to see

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

The light in your reflects and I see myself
And all I want to be for you I'll give
Just to linger on your 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 princess kiss me your sweet 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 mercy of primitive

We sing sweet in screams and screeches
And bury these knives in 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 the dark the noise, the beauty
The you bring me stabs these knives right into art

Art is not the
Art is in our

art to death