Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Knife

[Musick & Lyrixxx - Harvey]

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

puzzle pieces, set askew, you've come undone
The is ceaseless, you're turning blue, the end had begun
Set down in writing, flesh, blood and bone, let 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 will serve to warm this cold clinical
A clean precise cut to mark morbid meeting place
This - point where you and death came face to face...

The starts to spin around and around, as I take your hand in mine
We move step by step within, so much as a sound, death's dark design
in
A slice to the left, cut back to the right, movements scripted in this
of the dead
Motions so deft, recalled by touch not by sight, footprints by
blood red...

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

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

[Lead -

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

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

...

UNDER THE KNIFE - your death hangs in the balance, on the of the blade
REMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of this 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...