Under The Knife Lyrics - Exhumed

[Musick & Lyrixxx - Matt Harvey] 

Scalpels cleave and reave though crimson rivulets 

Weaving their cold and malignant minuets 

Carving out funereal figures in arcane alphabets 

Scars that will never heal or forget... 

Like puzzle pieces, set askew, you've come undone 

The bleeding is ceaseless, you're turning blue, the end had begun 

Set down in writing, flesh, blood and bone, let death be done 

The pen is as mighty as the sword, sticks or stones, your end would be cast 

in stone, by either one... 

[Lead - Mike] 

Tenderly thanatographical threads are tread and traced 

Boiling blood will serve to warm this cold clinical embrace 

A clean precise cut to mark this morbid meeting place 

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 

We move step by step within, without so much as a sound, death's dark design 

in time 

A slice to the left, then cut back to the right, movements scripted in this 

dance of the dead 

Motions so deft, recalled by touch not by sight, footprints encrypted by 

blood running red... 

A pirouette on razor's edge leaves you breathless 

The slab plays host to an incisive macabre ballet 

A savage, slicing slaughter of the senses 

Now splayed... 

UNDER THE KNIFE - your death hangs in the balance, on the edge of the blade 

REMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of this jigsawed demise, and every part that I payed 

COLD STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - leaves you dancing on nothing, loosed by 

unsteady hands 

UNDER THE KNIFE - The caress of steel, just before the end... 

Just before the end... 

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[Lead - Matt] 

A bleeding patchwork design, in running scarlet writ 

Connected wounds intersecting from slit to bloody slit 

Such a tangled web of shreds and scars I've knit 

The liquid of life, leaks out through the red at your wrists... 

May I have this last dance? As I take your last breath 

With a final flick of my wrist 

... 

UNDER THE KNIFE - your death hangs in the balance, on the edge of the blade 

REMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of this jigsawed demise, and every part that I payed 

COLD STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - leaves you dancing on nothing, loosed by 

unsteady hands 

UNDER THE KNIFE - The caress of steel, just before the end...