[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey]
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Scalpels cleave and reave though crimson rivulets
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Weaving their cold and malignant minuets
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Carving out funereal figures in arcane alphabets
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Scars that will never heal or forget...
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Like puzzle pieces, set askew, you've come undone
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The bleeding is ceaseless, you're turning blue, the end had begun
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Set down in writing, flesh, blood and bone, let death be done
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The pen is as mighty as the sword, sticks or stones, your end would be cast
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in stone, by either one...
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[Lead - Mike]
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Tenderly thanatographical threads are tread and traced
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Boiling blood will serve to warm this cold clinical embrace
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A clean precise cut to mark this morbid meeting place
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This knife - point where you and death came face to face...
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The slab starts to spin around and around, as I take your hand in mine
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We move step by step within, without so much as a sound, death's dark design
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in time
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A slice to the left, then cut back to the right, movements scripted in this
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dance of the dead
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Motions so deft, recalled by touch not by sight, footprints encrypted by
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blood running red...
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A pirouette on razor's edge leaves you breathless
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The slab plays host to an incisive macabre ballet
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A savage, slicing slaughter of the senses
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Now splayed...
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UNDER THE KNIFE - your death hangs in the balance, on the edge of the blade
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REMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of this jigsawed demise, and every part that I payed
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COLD STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - leaves you dancing on nothing, loosed by
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unsteady hands
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UNDER THE KNIFE - The caress of steel, just before the end...
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Just before the end...
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[Lead - Matt]
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A bleeding patchwork design, in running scarlet writ
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Connected wounds intersecting from slit to bloody slit
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Such a tangled web of shreds and scars I've knit
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The liquid of life, leaks out through the red at your wrists...
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May I have this last dance? As I take your last breath
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With a final flick of my wrist
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...
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UNDER THE KNIFE - your death hangs in the balance, on the edge of the blade
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REMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of this jigsawed demise, and every part that I payed
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COLD STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - leaves you dancing on nothing, loosed by
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unsteady hands
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UNDER THE KNIFE - The caress of steel, just before the end...
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Under The Knife
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Exhumed |