The Devil Wears Prada Lyrics

5. Don't Dink And Drance

I would like to burn this down. 
I would like to see it melt in yellow 
and observe a cloud of blackness rise. 
Watch it rise as it is wrath himself. 
Watch it rise. 
Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me 
how long it's been since I have seen a dove. 
Melt in yellow as I do. 
Exhaustion and mother of tribulation. 
Wound by wound. 
I torture myself. 
Wound by wound, I will persevere. 
Whiteness, present yourself, 
as I know you are the sky and anchor of my being. 
What we've known turns to paper,
What we've known is like cigarettes. 
Formaldehyde fingers

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