Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Knife

[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt

cleave and reave though crimson rivulets
Weaving their cold and malignant
out funereal figures in arcane alphabets
Scars that will heal or forget...

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

- Mike]

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

The slab starts to around and around, as I take your 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, scripted in this
dance of the
Motions so deft, recalled by touch not by sight, footprints by
running red...

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

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

- Matt]

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

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

...

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