Текст и слова песни The Devil Wears Prada – Nickels Is Money Too
Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful.
We"re burying earth in earth.
White hands, soft hands: carefully.
This makes no sense.
What"s that sound I hear?
I"m lost in a state of confusion.
Oh ground.
I despise you, but rejoice in your essence.
Envy will cease my sky.
Greed will cease my sky.
"Here"s a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty"
At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth.
Welcome to the museum of the dead; endless gore becomes reality.
Tradition"s dug the grave.
The inferno has commenced
We"re burying earth in earth.
White hands, soft hands: carefully.
This makes no sense.
What"s that sound I hear?
I"m lost in a state of confusion.
Oh ground.
I despise you, but rejoice in your essence.
Envy will cease my sky.
Greed will cease my sky.
"Here"s a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty"
At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth.
Welcome to the museum of the dead; endless gore becomes reality.
Tradition"s dug the grave.
The inferno has commenced
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