Song of The Day

The Devil Wears Prada “My Questions”

Something has got to give. Ya…
When did I start choking? When did I start drowning?
Is this what’s to become? All thoughts left to wait.
Is this what’s to become? Is this…

My questions (my questions): Unanswered (unanswered).
I wish… I wish this would break. I wish this would break.

What am I doing here? These waters extend for miles. Oh…
My heart remains the same. Ya…
Will I ever, ever stop choking? Will I ever, ever stop drowning?
Oh how the faithful city has become a harlot. I should not have put that on
You.
Leave my body at the river, let me pass along downstream. Oh…

Is this what’s to become?
My questions (my questions): Unanswered (unanswered).
I wish… I wish this would break. I wish this would break.
My questions: Unanswered. I wish this would break.
I wish this would break. I wish this would break.
I breathe in your shadows and sleep in your disinterest.
I breathe in your shadows and sleep in your disinterest.
Let the tears fall, let me write some sad songs that you don’t deserve,
That you don’t deserve.
Let the tears fall. Will I ever, ever stop choking? Will I ever, ever stop

Song of the day

The Devil Wears Prada “My Questions”

Something has got to give. Ya…
When did I start choking? When did I start drowning?
Is this what’s to become? All thoughts left to wait.
Is this what’s to become? Is this…

My questions (my questions): Unanswered (unanswered).
I wish… I wish this would break. I wish this would break.

What am I doing here? These waters extend for miles. Oh…
My heart remains the same. Ya…
Will I ever, ever stop choking? Will I ever, ever stop drowning?
Oh how the faithful city has become a harlot. I should not have put that on
You.
Leave my body at the river, let me pass along downstream. Oh…

Is this what’s to become?
My questions (my questions): Unanswered (unanswered).
I wish… I wish this would break. I wish this would break.
My questions: Unanswered. I wish this would break.
I wish this would break. I wish this would break.
I breathe in your shadows and sleep in your disinterest.
I breathe in your shadows and sleep in your disinterest.
Let the tears fall, let me write some sad songs that you don’t deserve,
That you don’t deserve.
Let the tears fall. Will I ever, ever stop choking? Will I ever, ever stop

Song of The Day

The Devil Wears Prada “Mammoth”

I won’t let this ruin me.
My orchestra, my indecision: It all comes back full circle (from grace to all my hate).
I never meant to hurt anyone. (anyone) I came for peace, and for great reason.
There is no solace, there’s no alleviation in all our money, or within her golden teeth.
Is this it? Is this how it goes? I am the wretched one, I am the beggar’s hands.
It comes back full circle. I cannot help but feel nothing.
Such a bitter friend, change can be.
Remind me God, refresh what’s turned to grey.
Oh my intentions, you vanish with the wind.
Is this it? Is this how it goes? I am the wretched one, I am the harlot’s bones.
It comes back full circle. I cannot help but care no more.
Is this it, is this how it goes? It all comes back full circle.
It comes back full circle. I cannot help but feel nothing.
All that you know… I am all that you know.
He had a vision as to what comes next, so disregard this unholy place.

Song of The Day

The Devil Wears Prada “Revive”

Science has become a child’s game.
There is no solution to bring away this plague.
…. No remedies have been discovered.

The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever blunt instrument one can salvage.
Whomever finds themselves too proper will be the first to perish.
And you know nothing that matters now.

We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the flood of the risen dead.
We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the storm of the disgraceful.

The incurable bring us our punishment.
Today’s destruction can only be measured in… in biblical… biblical proportion.

Let’s go…
My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth.
My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth.
My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth.

Always wanting more, never enough, until this day and age when there’s nothing left.
Always wanting more, never enough, until this day and age when there’s nothing left.
Always wanting more. Never enough.

We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the flood of the risen dead.
We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the storm of the disgraceful.
We cannot restore (restore), we cannot recover (recover):
all is lost in the flood of the risen dead.
We cannot restore, we cannot recover: all is lost in the storm of the disgraceful.
We cannot restore, we cannot recover: all is lost in the flood of the risen dead.
We cannot restore, we cannot recover: all is lost….