The Devil Wears Prada
The Devil Wears Prada - Reptar, king of the ozone lyrics
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Bring it to your lips and experience the sulfur infect, everything that we've created. Don't twist this around, don't attempt to justify, what we know is wrong. Tendons are torn and screams are released into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere. We're composing our funeral songs, note (note) by note (by note). We're composing our funeral songs, note (note) by note (by note). With this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere. What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes, fabricated by the factories of our foolishness, foolishness? We're composing our funeral songs, note (note) by note (by note). We're composing our funeral songs, note (note) by note (by note). Prove me wrong, prove me wrong, prove me wrong.