Ink Butcher by TomHol

'Ink Butcher',
in LIVE DIGITAL BOOK by MrTomHol,
this is a soundtrack in one of the stories.

If you are enjoying consumption of intellectual fabrics,
here is a little teaser from the story 'Ink Butcher':

'...In each individual piece,
golden stitching on the edges
was connecting pieces with the frame.
Golden threads were spreading
stretched out levitating ink art
like trophies...'

For everyone who ever found, or will find
LIVE DIGITAL BOOK by MrTomHol,
tune's original lyrics:

Feel feel it,
no ordinary piece,
bloody grease.

It's coming for you, it's coming,
the pain is great, it's stunning.

How far how great it will get,
maybe you know, maybe not yet.

But time will show, get ready, be steady,
don't hide, enjoy confetti. In remaining life,
before my knife,
carves from you art, new beating heart,
in taste with eyes hungry for love,

in taste with eyes hungry for love,
in taste for peaceful glove, on soul,
in life's goal,
to breath, with pleasures,
with freedom and treasures.

Made of golden smoothness in your normality,
made of golden smoothness, without your brutality,
made of golden smoothness, in your mentality,
made of golden smoothness,
on your silky skin, time for sharp pin.

Feel feel it,
new pictures,
fresh scriptures.

Now you are mine, and your design
creates pleasure, just like a new measure.

Delivers wow factors,
as brand new tractors
farming food, for thoughts,
strangers easily connecting those dots.

They know it was you,
who created glue
between life and pain,
between willing and lack of gain.

They recogn your pleasures,
with freedom and treasures.

Made of golden smoothness in your mentality,
made of golden smoothness, without your brutality,
made of golden smoothness, in your mentality...

Feel feel it,
no longer here,
what used to be fear.

Into the future, with you and that,
into new wall, looking like cat, your soul,
it is your poll,
existence in a hat, framed as an art threat.
What left from you,
and created glue
between your life, and death
between heartbeat and last breath.

They recogn such pleasures,
with freedom and treasures.
Made of golden smoothness in your mentality,
made of golden smoothness, without your brutality,
made of golden smoothness, in your mentality,
made of golden smoothness, without your brutality...

Feel feel it,
with a new ending,
beginning not descending.