The Cut Lyrics & Chords By Quitzow

My heart is laid Under Your blade As you carve out Your image in me You cut to the core But still you want more As you carefully, tenderly ravage me And You peel back the bark ...read more

Everything out of order everything too well produced from the conjuror's hat – let's turn on the juice to grind the cutting plane, the blade that gives an edge, to scale...read more