The Devil Wears Prada - Mammoth (Post-Hardcore.RU) | Текст песни

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• The Devil Wears Prada
• Mammoth (Post-Hardcore.RU)

I won't let this ruin me. My orchestra, my indecision: it all comes back full circle (from
grace to all my hate). I never meant to hurt anyone. I came for peace, and for great
Reason. There is no solace, there's no allevation in all our money, or within her golden
teeth. Is this it? Is this how it goes?? I am the wretched one, I am the beggar's hands.
It comes back full circle. I cannot help but feel nothing. Such a bitter friend, change
can be. Remind me God, refresh what's turned to grey. Oh my intentions, you vanish
with the wind. Is this it? Is this how it goes? I am the wretched one, I am the harlot's
bones. It comes back full circle. I cannot help but care no more. Is this it, is this how
it goes? It all comes back full circle. I cannot help but feel nothing. I am all that you
know. He had a vision as to what comes next, so disregard this unholy place.