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 time to cover up your
And smile at me to see if I am out of

ventricle flow revel in your plight tonight
You're such a wonderful person to
And my name will rest in utter
My receives its wings for flight
You deceitfully stroll on just the into your holy light

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

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

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

And you speak in the friendliest tongue
In sentiments of
And oh, the sweetest songs are
And the lies are told
So spread this and seek yourself
You pursue it quite 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 me to sing to you
Burn all the and the money
and laugh

The light in eyes reflects and I see myself
And all I want to be for you I'll everything
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 that make 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 of primitive tools

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

Art is not the
Art is in our

art to death