Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Knife

[Musick & - Matt Harvey]

Scalpels cleave and reave though rivulets
Weaving their cold and malignant
out funereal figures in arcane alphabets
Scars that never heal or forget...

puzzle pieces, set askew, you've come undone
The bleeding is ceaseless, you're turning blue, the end had
Set down in writing, flesh, blood and bone, let be done
The pen is as mighty as the sword, or stones, your end would be cast
in stone, by one...

[Lead -

thanatographical threads are tread and traced
Boiling blood will to warm this cold clinical embrace
A precise cut to mark this morbid meeting place
This knife - where you and death came face to face...

The slab starts to spin around and around, as I take your hand in
We move step by within, without so much as a sound, death's dark design
in
A slice to the left, then cut back to the right, movements in this
of the dead
Motions so deft, recalled by touch not by sight, encrypted by
running red...

A pirouette on razor's leaves you breathless
The slab plays host to an macabre ballet
A savage, slicing slaughter of the
Now splayed...

UNDER THE KNIFE - your death hangs in the balance, on the of the blade
REMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of jigsawed demise, and every part that I payed
COLD STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - you dancing on nothing, loosed by
unsteady
UNDER THE KNIFE - The of steel, just before the end...
before the end...

[Lead -

A bleeding patchwork design, in scarlet writ
Connected wounds intersecting slit to bloody slit
Such a web of shreds and scars I've knit
The of life, leaks out through the red at your wrists...

May I have this last dance? As I take your breath
With a final of my wrist

...

UNDER THE KNIFE - your death in the balance, on the edge of the blade
REMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of this jigsawed demise, and every part I payed
STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - leaves you dancing on nothing, loosed by
unsteady
THE KNIFE - The caress of steel, just before the end...