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[ OTOMAID ]
otomai· 4:43 · 211 plays · v3-preview
- 2020s
- speed
- halftime
- complex
- melodic
- melancholic
- synthesizer
- artcore
- jazz-funk
- clavinet
- electric piano
- electronic
- energetic
- dance
- rhythmic
Lyrics
Intro
Oh oh
Ah ah
Ah
Verse 1
Silver gleam on the tile
Pressed lace hides the bile
Ten years scrubbing the stain
The master likes the lack of pain
Pre-Chorus
Polishing the glass until it shatters
Scouring the hall because it matters
Keeping all the secrets where it matters
Chorus
But I never forget my bloody knife
Stored away inside this hollow life
The edge is cold and the blade is sharp
It sings a tune on a metal harp
Yes I never forget my bloody knife
Cutting through the middle of the strife
Sharp steel
Cold feel
My bloody knife
Drop
My bloody knife
Cold feel
Verse 2
Rust brown under my thumb
Until the nerves go numb
No more bells will ring today
Since I took the noise away
Pre-Chorus
Iron scent is filling up the kitchen
Old scars finally stop their itching
Throw the velvet covers where they're itching
Chorus
But I never forget my bloody knife
Stored away inside this hollow life
The edge is cold and the blade is sharp
It sings a tune on a metal harp
Yes I never forget my bloody knife
Cutting through the middle of the strife
Sharp steel
Cold feel
My bloody knife
Drop
Sharp steel
My bloody knife
Bridge
Wash the hands
Wash the floor
Wash the handle of the door
Hide the grit
Hide the shame
Hide the reason for the blame
I cleaned it once
I cleaned it twice
I cleaned it till the water looked like ice
Chorus
But I never forget my bloody knife
Stored away inside this hollow life
The edge is cold and the blade is sharp
It sings a tune on a metal harp
Yes I never forget my bloody knife
Cutting through the middle of the strife
Sharp steel
Cold feel
My bloody knife
Drop
Cold feel
Sharp steel
My knife
Chorus
But I never forget my bloody knife
Stored away inside this hollow life
The edge is cold and the blade is sharp
It sings a tune on a metal harp
Yes I never forget my bloody knife
Cutting through the middle of the strife
Sharp steel
Cold feel
My bloody knife
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