The Devil Wears Prada
앨범 : Plagues

Bring it to your lips and experience
the sulfur infect everything that we've created.
Dont twist this around.
Dont attempt to justify what we know is wrong.
Tendons are torn and screams are released into a poisoned,
mathematic atmosphere.
We're composing our funeral songs, note by note.
With this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion.
What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes
fabricated by the factories of our foolishness?
We're composing our funeral song, note by note.
Prove me wrong