Under The Knife

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