The Devil Wears Prada - Who Speaks Spanish, Colon Quesadilla | Текст песни

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This cold floor we know too well
We know too well
Hearts poisoned with pride
Black blood dotting our warmth
Ending our contentment
This place is a contorted altar
This place is a contorted altar

I must seek strength from somwhere,
For I've reduced myself to nothing

We've been here one thousand times
Cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees, knees
Hello, autumn, I need not your companionship
Doubtless I stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity
Revive me doctines! Revive me doctines!

Await the day,
When all our blood will wash away
Await the day,
When all our blood will wash away

Selfishness outweighs genorosity
Blindness produced by your own hands afront your face
Lips bleeding with guilt
Frightful little fiends

If these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion?
Lyricism aside, lyricism, Christ is the deduction

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