Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful
We're burying earth in earth
White hands, soft hands, carefully
This makes no sense, oh
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound?
I'm lost in a state of confusion
Oh ground I despise you, but rejoice in your essence
Your essence
Envy will cease my sky
Greed will cease my sky
Where's a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty
At this time I feel there is no bottom to Earth
Bottom to Earth
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Endless gore becomes reality
Endless gore becomes reality
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced, yeah
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced
The Devil Wears Prada - Nickels Is Money Too Lyrics
The Devil Wears Prada - Nickels Is Money Too Lyrics
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Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful
We're burying earth in earth
White hands, soft hands, carefully
This makes no sense, oh
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound?
I'm lost in a state of confusion
Oh ground I despise you, but rejoice in your essence
Your essence
Envy will cease my sky
Greed will cease my sky
Where's a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty
At this time I feel there is no bottom to Earth
Bottom to Earth
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Endless gore becomes reality
Endless gore becomes reality
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced, yeah
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced
We're burying earth in earth
White hands, soft hands, carefully
This makes no sense, oh
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound I hear?
What's that sound?
I'm lost in a state of confusion
Oh ground I despise you, but rejoice in your essence
Your essence
Envy will cease my sky
Greed will cease my sky
Where's a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty
At this time I feel there is no bottom to Earth
Bottom to Earth
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Welcome to the museum of the dead
Endless gore becomes reality
Endless gore becomes reality
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced, yeah
Tradition's dug the grave
The inferno has commenced
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
Length: 4:07
Written by: Andrew Jerome Trick, Christopher Henry Rubey, James Selleck Baney, Jeremy Robert Depoyster, Larry Daniel Williams, Michael James Hranica