Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Knife

[Musick & - Matt Harvey]

Scalpels and reave though crimson rivulets
Weaving cold and malignant minuets
Carving out funereal figures in alphabets
Scars that will never or forget...

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

- Mike]

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

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

A pirouette on razor's edge you breathless
The slab plays host to an incisive macabre
A savage, slicing of the senses
Now splayed...

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

[Lead -

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

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

...

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