Luyện nghe bài hát Stabbing Art To Death

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

Denying ventricle flow revel in your plight
You're a wonderful person to know
And my name will in utter disdain
My resentment receives its for flight
You deceitfully stroll on the same into your holy light

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

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

No scalpel, pill or stitch, no religious sales
Will bring the art that's dying back
And so we are the heirs of this lack of care
Our in one discord
We all cry out for and spit we clap
The amps are back
My heart is filled 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 are told
So spread this virus and seek
You pursue it relentlessly when Sunday comes
raise hands 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 inspire me to to you
Burn all the flags and the
and laugh

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

Art is not the
Art is in our

And so I am the prince of sounds make ears ring
My princess kiss me your sweet lips and lo
My will sing if art is in yourself
Or in a class at school if art is ego and
And at the mercy of tools

We sing sweet in screams and screeches
And these knives in your heart
No paintings or to let you live on
We've seen the of art as servants 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