DEVIL WEARS PRADA
Nickels Is Money Too Lyrics
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.
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
Songwriter(s): Michael James Hranica, Andrew Jerome Trick, Christopher Henry Rubey, Larry Daniel Williams, James Selleck Baney, Jeremy Robert Depoyster
Copyright: Louder Than Thunder, Songs Of Smp
Record Label(s): 2007 Rise Records
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