Sangtekster:
Devil Wears Prada The Plagues

And yet I've been cleansed with the water. A purity no mind can grasp. A purity so cool upon my fingertips. The vision that i have seen: this is the action

You've compromised your doctrines You've surrendered yourself to fashion. Come back to your faith; Come back to grace. He sang with us and loved others

I wish to turn around and return (to her warmth and laughter), but this calling is strong, and denial is impossible. No measure of weight can justify

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

Whatever happened to the integrity Found within a family? I return your glare And my bones are chilled With some sort of sickening Recipe of fear and

: The concept of fashion is the one to blame: painting the portrait of conviction-less existence. well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous. claiming

: You've compromised your doctrines You've surrendered yourself to fashion. Come back to your faith; Come back to grace. He sang with us and loved others

: I wish to turn around and return (to her warmth and laughter), but this calling is strong, and denial is impossible. No measure of weight can justify

: I would like to burn this down. I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise. Watch it rise as it is wrath himself.