Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Knife

[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt

Scalpels cleave and reave crimson rivulets
Weaving their cold and minuets
Carving out funereal figures in alphabets
Scars that will heal or forget...

Like 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 death be
The pen is as as the sword, sticks or stones, your end would be cast
in stone, by one...

[Lead -

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

The slab 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 not by sight, footprints encrypted by
running red...

A pirouette on razor's edge you breathless
The slab host to an incisive macabre ballet
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 part that I payed
COLD STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - you dancing on nothing, loosed by
hands
UNDER THE KNIFE - The caress of steel, just the end...
Just the end...

- Matt]

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

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

...

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