THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA LYRICS

"The Scorpion Deathlock"

Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach.
Plagues enclose.
Plagues enclose.
Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless, In this moment of time.

Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
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, helpless.
In this moment of time.
Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the deepest red.
I've always expressed my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind.
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers

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