This cold floor we know too well
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
A contorted altar
I must seek strength from somewhere
For I've reduced myself to nothing
We've been here
One thousand times
Cold idle hands
Floor-welcomed knees
Knees
Hello autumn, I'd die for your companionship
Doubtless I stand, laying my heart into the hands of eternity
Revive me doctrines
Revive me doctrines
Await the day, when all our blood will wash away
Await the day, when all our blood will wash away
The world's balance I'm too familiar with
Selfishness outweighs generosity
Blindness produced
By your own hands affront your face
Lips bleeding with guilt
Frightful little fiends
Frightful little fiends
If these words mean nothing
Than where is the conclusion?
Lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction
The Devil Wears Prada - Who Speaks Spanish? Colon Quesadilla Lyrics
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This cold floor we know too well
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
A contorted altar
I must seek strength from somewhere
For I've reduced myself to nothing
We've been here
One thousand times
Cold idle hands
Floor-welcomed knees
Knees
Hello autumn, I'd die for your companionship
Doubtless I stand, laying my heart into the hands of eternity
Revive me doctrines
Revive me doctrines
Await the day, when all our blood will wash away
Await the day, when all our blood will wash away
The world's balance I'm too familiar with
Selfishness outweighs generosity
Blindness produced
By your own hands affront your face
Lips bleeding with guilt
Frightful little fiends
Frightful little fiends
If these words mean nothing
Than where is the conclusion?
Lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction
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
A contorted altar
I must seek strength from somewhere
For I've reduced myself to nothing
We've been here
One thousand times
Cold idle hands
Floor-welcomed knees
Knees
Hello autumn, I'd die for your companionship
Doubtless I stand, laying my heart into the hands of eternity
Revive me doctrines
Revive me doctrines
Await the day, when all our blood will wash away
Await the day, when all our blood will wash away
The world's balance I'm too familiar with
Selfishness outweighs generosity
Blindness produced
By your own hands affront your face
Lips bleeding with guilt
Frightful little fiends
Frightful little fiends
If these words mean nothing
Than where is the conclusion?
Lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction
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