Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach.
Plagues enclose.
Plagues enclose.
Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless, In this moment of time.
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
No poem I've wrote, Nor song I have sung, can halt the army of wrath.
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers.
In this moment I am helpless, helpless.
In this moment of time.
Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the deepest red.
I've always expressed my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind.
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers
The Devil Wears Prada - The Scorpion Deathlock Lyrics
The Devil Wears Prada - The Scorpion Deathlock Lyrics
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Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach.
Plagues enclose.
Plagues enclose.
Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless, In this moment of time.
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
No poem I've wrote, Nor song I have sung, can halt the army of wrath.
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers.
In this moment I am helpless, helpless.
In this moment of time.
Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the deepest red.
I've always expressed my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind.
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers
Plagues enclose.
Plagues enclose.
Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless, In this moment of time.
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
No poem I've wrote, Nor song I have sung, can halt the army of wrath.
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers.
In this moment I am helpless, helpless.
In this moment of time.
Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the deepest red.
I've always expressed my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind.
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers
Writer: ANDREW JEROME TRICK, CHRISTOPHER HENRY RUBEY, JAMES SELLECK BANEY, JEREMY ROBERT DEPOYSTER, LARRY DANIEL WILLIAMS, MICHAEL JAMES HRANICA
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: The Devil Wears Prada
Written by: ANDREW JEROME TRICK, CHRISTOPHER HENRY RUBEY, JAMES SELLECK BANEY, JEREMY ROBERT DEPOYSTER, LARRY DANIEL WILLIAMS, MICHAEL JAMES HRANICA