Labyrinthine Straight Ways کے بول

Labyrinthine Straight Ways You put all my destinies as domino pieces Falling slowly into a silent descent Playing quickly your hands seem so sterile Could you turn my blood into art? I doubt it so… Your hands are a perfect reflection of your soul. Decline all your words to white The back door is open for you all the time My back caressing your knife Could you turn my blood into art? I doubt it so… Your hands are a perfect reflection of your soul, These hurricane pieces fall surrounding you. The last theatre in the reticule. Is this my new oxygen? Is this what you have prepared for me? A dance of suicidal drops Could you turn my blood into art? I doubt it so… Your hands are a perfect reflection of your soul, These hurricane pieces fall surrounding you.