Luyện nghe bài hát Waxwork

In my world, time stands still
frozen like flies trapped in amber
One perfect preserved, just ere the kill
Gruesome atrocities in horror's chamber

Poetry without motion, stranded midstream
Waxen in this dark drama of the macabre
Mouths agape with terror but to scream
No rattle heard, nor parting sors

I am of life through my morbid art
For each mannequin was alive from the start
So if the eyes seem to follow your as you gawk
Know that in the eyes of the dead, in their you walk

molded in wax as their lives buried away
More preening puppets to perform in the scenes that I
cast in the moment of dying preserved
How they screamed as they met with their fates well

Recreating the horror of the moment of
My models serve purpose quite well
Embalm their bodies in wax, capture their breath
Drain the fluids to stave off the

Like dolls that to their own funeral dirge
They play out death scenes interminably
As prized their exhibits in my reserve
unfold their secrets only to me

Life eternal in wax was death's decree
Suffering for my art, surrendered to me
So when their lock with your gaze
unflinchingly at death or turn away fast

Skin blistered and softened as it was coated and away
Another preserved puppet to prance on the strings that I
The fear ensnared in their captive I've trapped
and memorialized in wax well-woven and wrapped

So sit still in your place at the end of the
By my design, hand find you just out of reach
Another player in deathly silent world that I have made
Devoid of sound, fury or motion, sense, movement or

Awaiting a terminus never will come
a marionette bound by my strings
Trussed in this tomb of wax, your here is not done
For time does not quite end all

This is my life's work, this still, place
A monument to the fear frozen in a cold, face
Take care not to into their eyes, whatever you do
you look deep into death, it sees back into you too

Flesh and scalded, as this molten bath washed life away
Wax covered my still-screaming
piece for my prizing, recast in my mold
Features harden and set as the wax grows and cold