Master Number: 10313

Title: ANA10313 Paper Cut

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Date Of Creation: 2013-05-21

Active: Yes

Public: Yes

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App Owner's Share: %

Genres:
alternative, electro pop, electronic, and indie


Keywords:
dark, ethereal, and indie


Lyrical Themes:
attraction, danger, pain, satisfaction, and self destruction


Similar Artists:
BANKS, BROODS, Fever Ray, Phantogram, and Sylvan Esso


Tempo:
Fast


Vocal Type:
female


Versions:
  1. Vocal
    Albums:
    • Ouroboros and the Black Dove (#8)
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10313.1.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10313.1.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10313.1.aif
    Audio Received: Yes
  2. Instrumental
    Audio Files:
    • 128k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10313.2.128k.mp3
    • 320k MP3
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10313.2.320k.mp3
    • AIF
      Server Location: /home/railsapp/anacrusissongs.com/production/releases/20190430205526/ana.10313.2.aif
    Audio Received: Yes

Description: It cuts right to the bone

Lyrics: paper sharp as glass red fingers running fast wait until the scars are gone scratch out another one everytime I get the urge demons watch an angel purge place a hand on my mouth eat the silence as i shout You cut right to the bone, cut right to the bone, cut right to the bone Taste of a paper cut we never bleed enough satisfy your tongue your skin is just a drug It doesn't take a razor blade cut away the masquerade solitary crystal eyes method of a good disguise feel the fire in my hips taste of sugar on your lips bitter never was so sweet the coldest sweat of lovers heat You cut right to the bone, it cuts right to the bone Taste of a paper cut we never bleed enough satisfy your tongue Your skin is just a drug i don't wait until the scars are gone i scratch out another one i can never fight the urge to watch it bleed i never learn my skin must be too tough it never bleeds enough.....

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Created by: Liz Rogers

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