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Cut Me Open | krautrock

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(yeah!) edinburgh rain on a cracked stone road black coat dragging where the night wind blow books in the backbone, bones in the brain every locked door whispers stay in your lane they teach rich boys how to stitch up skin she learned outside where the brave men dig lantern light flickered through a cellar wall truth smells sweet through the body's fall madmen teaching more than the schools funny how power hides knowledge from fools cut me open, see what remains fear got sharp teeth, ambition got veins city stay sacred, but we still change loving one hand, death in the same remain, remain, remain, remain midnight carriage by the surgeon hall rich folks pray while the poor folks haul fresh dirt footprints by the riverside funny how secrets never really hide the one boy smile like a lit match flame soft voice covered in a crooked name said trust me slow with a gentle grin that's how trouble always let itself in she wanted answers, the city said go cut me open, see what remains fear got sharp teeth, ambition got veins city stay sacred, but we still change loving one hand, death in the same remain, remain, remain, remain they say progress wears a clean white glove but underneath it smells blood and mud they say knowledge holy then bury the proof they say be careful right after the truth got a cold room where the staircase creaks every genius in this town look exhausted for weeks body on the table, candlelight flick life feel fragile, power move quick (hey! hey! hey! hey!) she carved a name where the cold wind howls through stitched up lies and cathedral crowds found out monsters don't grow claws or fangs they wear silk coats and expensive chains still she rose through the smoke-filled halls handshaking hard but standing tall light at the tunnel dim but alive sometimes surviving the story's the prize cut me open, see what remains hope stay breathing through all the pain city stay sacred, but we still change loving one hand, truth in the same remain, remain, remain, remain raise your choir, morning snow some truths buried, some still grow