Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Knife

[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt

Scalpels cleave and reave crimson rivulets
Weaving their cold and minuets
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 turning blue, the end had
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 are tread and traced
Boiling blood will serve to warm cold clinical embrace
A clean precise cut to this morbid meeting place
This knife - point where you and death face to face...

The slab starts to spin around and around, as I take hand in mine
We move step by step within, without so much as a sound, 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, encrypted by
running red...

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

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

[Lead -

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

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

...

UNDER THE KNIFE - your 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 - leaves you dancing on nothing, by
unsteady
UNDER THE - The caress of steel, just before the end...