The Devil Wears Prada

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poster yourseWelcome to the war Welcome to the war A martyr's challenge Chainsaw brutality, tornado strength Chainsaw brutality, tornado strength Chainsaw brutality, tornado strength Chainsaw brutality, tornado strength King of the diamond, king of the grave King of the diamond, king of the grave Lawlessness stains black on whitewashed tombs We're too strong to compromise Don't be ashamed of your faith Dear Lord deliver me from hypocrisy and surcease the scarlet desire the scarlet desire HE WEARS A SLICK JACKET and gold watch HER DISHONESTY has scarred hands Has scarred hands HE WEARS A SLICK JACKET and gold.. wears a jacketlf

the concept of fashion is the one to blame: painting the portrait of conviction-less existence. well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous. well it must be difficult claiming to be the kings and queens but it's all(4times) of nothing. this shall pass. megalomania.(2times) congratulations on mutilation for a life. I'm going to hope for you, I'm going to pray for you amongst the wreck less and the black. salvation lies within. my time is your's my friend. we all find ourselves so horribly weak. (Oh God,) here's an offering.

poBring it to your lips and experience the sulfur infect everything that we've created. Don't twist this around. Don't 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 songs, note by note. Prove me wrong.