The Well
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โฑ๏ธ 6:24 duration
๐ ID: 9544827
๐ Lyrics
Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
What was taken for style could well be a mistake
Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
I'm nothing but a dead man now,
just a body laying at the bottom of a well
Was inside in such a way,
the universe now feels like being indoors
Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
What was taken for style could well be a mistake
Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
I'm nothing but a dead man now,
just a body laying at the bottom of a well
Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance
I was inside in such a way,
the universe now feels like being indoors
But the fist of my murderer leaves me nothing to chance
I'm nothing but a dead man now,
just a body laying at the bottom of a well
Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance
Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
What was taken for style could well be a mistake
Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
What was taken for style could well be a mistake
Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
I'm nothing but a dead man now,
just a body laying at the bottom of a well
Was inside in such a way,
the universe now feels like being indoors
Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
What was taken for style could well be a mistake
Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
I'm nothing but a dead man now,
just a body laying at the bottom of a well
Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance
I was inside in such a way,
the universe now feels like being indoors
But the fist of my murderer leaves me nothing to chance
I'm nothing but a dead man now,
just a body laying at the bottom of a well
Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance
Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
What was taken for style could well be a mistake
Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.48] Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
[00:12.80] But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
[00:15.60] What was taken for style could well be a mistake
[00:18.27] Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
[00:21.33] I'm nothing but a dead man now,
[00:23.96] just a body laying at the bottom of a well
[00:28.87]
[00:31.62] Was inside in such a way,
[00:34.25] the universe now feels like being indoors
[00:39.28]
[00:41.55] Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
[00:44.08] But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
[00:46.67] What was taken for style could well be a mistake
[00:49.36] Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
[00:52.37] I'm nothing but a dead man now,
[00:54.96] just a body laying at the bottom of a well
[01:00.20]
[01:02.72] Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
[01:08.01] But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance
[01:12.96] I was inside in such a way,
[01:15.64] the universe now feels like being indoors
[01:20.52]
[01:23.88] But the fist of my murderer leaves me nothing to chance
[01:44.45] I'm nothing but a dead man now,
[01:47.19] just a body laying at the bottom of a well
[01:49.82] Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
[02:05.28] But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance
[02:09.93] Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
[02:12.38] But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
[02:14.85] What was taken for style could well be a mistake
[02:17.64] Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
[04:12.27]
[00:12.80] But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
[00:15.60] What was taken for style could well be a mistake
[00:18.27] Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
[00:21.33] I'm nothing but a dead man now,
[00:23.96] just a body laying at the bottom of a well
[00:28.87]
[00:31.62] Was inside in such a way,
[00:34.25] the universe now feels like being indoors
[00:39.28]
[00:41.55] Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
[00:44.08] But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
[00:46.67] What was taken for style could well be a mistake
[00:49.36] Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
[00:52.37] I'm nothing but a dead man now,
[00:54.96] just a body laying at the bottom of a well
[01:00.20]
[01:02.72] Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
[01:08.01] But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance
[01:12.96] I was inside in such a way,
[01:15.64] the universe now feels like being indoors
[01:20.52]
[01:23.88] But the fist of my murderer leaves me nothing to chance
[01:44.45] I'm nothing but a dead man now,
[01:47.19] just a body laying at the bottom of a well
[01:49.82] Believe me please, believe me now, I'm coming forth
[02:05.28] But the fist of a murderer leaves nothing to chance
[02:09.93] Our hands try to draw what is nothing but divine
[02:12.38] But our stroke is a part of the Venetian line
[02:14.85] What was taken for style could well be a mistake
[02:17.64] Or nothing but a flaw of the guilty hand
[04:12.27]