Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Knife, artist - Decapitated. Date of issue: 14.07.2011
Song language: English
The Knife |
| Oceans mumble their songs to deaf ears of sands |
| Mountains guard their dominions until the end of time |
| Rivers carve hieroglyphs only read by the birds |
| Lion hunts antelope, hyenas fight over the corpse |
| Breed then kill or get killed, holy circle of life |
| Red sun rises again, chokes cold light of stars |
| I sharpen the knife |
| Wooden Handle |
| Bolster, heel |
| Edge of cold steel |
| Mirror mirror |
| Speak to to me |
| Now the painting is done, bored models dress up |
| German writer, Asian poet, both expect Nobel prize |
| New Picasso’s sketch on sale, bids mostly from Japan |
| Hagia Sophia gets new roof, circus hires new clown |
| Ballerinas bleed but dance, famous composer gets bald |
| All music’s already been played, critics are always right |
| And I sharpen the knife |
| Wooden handle |
| Bolster, heel |
| Edge of cold steel |
| Mirror mirror |
| Speak to me |
| News on breakfast television drown in a shit of lies |
| UN troops storm Kabul, or Cairo, or Baghdad |
| That war was wrong but this one is so right |
| Cure for cancer nearly there- perfect drug, decent price |
| White smoke covers Rome, habemus papam |
| Farmer in Montana breeds two-headed cows |
| I still sharpen the knife |
| Wooden handle |
| Bolster, heel |
| Edge of cold steel |
| Mirror mirror |
| Speak to me |