Labyrinthine Straight Ways Lyrics
| Song | Labyrinthine Straight Ways |
| Artist | Nahemah |
| Album | The Second Philosophy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Nahemah | |
| 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. |
| zuo qu : Nahemah | |
| 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. |
| zuò qǔ : Nahemah | |
| 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. |
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