Choreography کے بول

Years blindfolded, I stride The trip became a long shot for silence Here lies your true self-pride Quick on the steps, not sold but guided You make your moves and tear right through my skin And yet I lie still You shape the room, so beautiful within And yet I can not feel Slowly I rise and fall down The sudden feel of risk, the twist of violence You’ve turned into a pale disguise of me And yet I can not see You float in gloom and light the mood to sin And yet I can not feel Years blindfolded, I stride Slowly I rise and fall down