Exhumed - Under The Knife Lyrics
Scalpels cleave and reave though crimson rivuletsWeaving their cold and malignant minuetsCarving out funereal figures in arcane alphabetsScars that will never heal or forget...Like puzzle pieces, set askew, you've come undoneThe bleeding is ceaseless, you're turning blue, the end had begunSet down in writing, flesh, blood and bone, let death be doneThe pen is as mighty as the sword, sticks or stones, your end would be castin stone, by either one...[Lead - Mike]Tenderly thanatographical threads are tread and tracedBoiling blood will serve to warm this cold clinical embraceA clean precise cut to mark this morbid meeting placeThis knife - point where you and death came face to face...The slab starts to spin around and around, as I take your hand in mineWe move step by step within, without so much as a sound, death's dark designin timeA slice to the left, then cut back to the right, movements scripted in thisdance of the deadMotions so deft, recalled by touch not by sight, footprints encrypted byblood running red...A pirouette on razor's edge leaves you breathlessThe slab plays host to an incisive macabre balletA savage, slicing slaughter of the sensesNow splayed...UNDER THE KNIFE - your death hangs in the balance, on the edge of the bladeREMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of this jigsawed demise, and every part that I payedCOLD STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - leaves you dancing on nothing, loosed byunsteady handsUNDER THE KNIFE - The caress of steel, just before the end...Just before the end...[Lead - Matt]A bleeding patchwork design, in running scarlet writConnected wounds intersecting from slit to bloody slitSuch a tangled web of
