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• Artiste: Schaft
• Titre: Slice
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Once, twice, sometimes thrice I came for you with a Stanley knife Once, twice With a Stanley knife Nicely, nicely, come on, excite me I wanna feel your metal slice me Feel, defile, oh so dumb I see you hurt, now here I come I'm silent, I'm violent Lie still while I have my will I'm soon hot, soon cold A mismarriage of velvet, how I felt it My skin aflame, my mind is lame You twist this knot and feed my pain My skin aflame, my mind is lame You twist this knot and feed my pain Slice, slice, here comes the knife Slice, slice, here comes the knife My skin aflame, my mind is lame You twist this knot and feed my pain Feed the fire on my funeral pyre Your secret skin will spell my name Your secret skin will shelter me Your secret skin will smell of me Your secret skin will hide this shame You're the pearl, I'm the pain You're the lesion, I'm the lesson I hear a great big noise inside my head A squinting eye, a squeezing finger Bide the hurts with a chink of lead There's a fear-filled blood red sea in my mind A fount of lies is my legacy Gimme the space and I'll show you the pace You're the fish, I'm the foul meat in the middle Turn up the fire, put the flesh on the griddle You're the place that holds me in its spell That holds me like the native place To you I talk, walk, and stalk The seaboard secret strikes the line The land I burn is all that's mine Burn your lover Burn your shrine Your secret skin will spell my name Your secret skin will shelter me Your secret skin will smell of me Your secret skin will hide this shame Fill my cup and bide my time I'm the silent cyclone, the silent medicine This killin' is fillin' my cup to the brim You obey while I betray I taste and die, heave and cry Yearn for one more reddened eye The tree, the flower, and the seed Will separate and dry and bleed