In this grave hour,
I have composed our final song
Chicago Lyrics – The Devil Wears Prada
Chicago Lyrics by The Devil Wears Prada
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In this grave hour,
I have composed our final song
Nora: Attempting transcendence, transcendence
She’s fleeing and lost living at a cost
At the time of the onset
Humanity mismanaged
I felt it under my skin
Watched the walls close in
I won’t let this ruin me
My orchestra, my indecision: It all comes back full circle
This cold floor we know too well
Hearts poisoned with pride
This is the faith complex
Where all it takes is another step so we can then step again
I’m calling this an emergency
And I can’t seem to match the pace
And yet i’ve been cleansed with the water.
A purity no mind can grasp.
The concept of fashion
Is the one to blame