Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach.
Plagues enclose.
Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless.
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
No poem I've wrote, Nor song I have sung, can halt the army of wrath.
Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers.
In this moment I am helpless.
Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the deepest red.
I've always expresses my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind.
Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers
The Scorpion Deathlock
текст песни Devil Wears Prada, TheКомментарии:
Войдите или зарегистрируйтесь, чтобы оставить комментарий
Популярные песни Devil Wears Prada, The:
- Swords, Dragons And Diet Coke
- Don't Dink And Drance
- Number Three, Never Forget
- And The Sentence Trails Off
- You Can't Spell Crap Without 'C'
- Texas Is South
- Hey John, What's Your Name Again?
- The Gaunlet Of Solitude
- Rosemary Had An Accident
- Dogs Can Grow Beards All Over
- Все песни Devil Wears Prada, The