The Devil Wears Prada - Nickels Is Money Too lyrics
[The Devil Wears Prada - Nickels Is Money Too lyrics]
Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful
We're burying earth in earth
White hands, soft hands: carefully
This makes no sense
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound I hear? What's that sound?
I'm lost in a state of confusion oh ground
I despise you, but rejoice in your essence
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, bottom to Earth
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Endless gore becomes reality
Endless gore becomes reality
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced