The Devil Wears Prada - Reptar, King Of The Ozone
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Bring it to your lips and experience the sulfur infect everything that we've created.
Don't twist this around.
Don't attempt to justify what we know is wrong.
Tendons are torn and screams are released into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere.
We're composing our funeral songs, note, note. Note by note. By note!
We're composing our funeral songs, note, note. Note by note.
With this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion.
What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes,
fabricated by the factories of our foolishness?
We're composing our funeral songs, note, note, note by note. By note!
We're composing our funeral songs, note, note, note by note.
Prove me wrong (x3)
____________________________________
Поднеси к губам и почувствуй,
Как сера отравляет все, что мы создали
Don twist it around??
Не пытайся оправдываться,
то что мы знаем- ложь
Сухожилия разорваны
и крики вырываются в ядовитую, математическую атмосферу
Мы сочиняем наши похоронные песни нота за нотой
С этими словами я сообщаю, что завтра- это намек**
Что, если облака- это клочки наших ошибок,
Которые изрыгнули фабрики нашей глупости?
Мы сочиняем наши похоронные песни нота за нотой.
Докажите, что я не прав.
Don't twist this around.
Don't attempt to justify what we know is wrong.
Tendons are torn and screams are released into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere.
We're composing our funeral songs, note, note. Note by note. By note!
We're composing our funeral songs, note, note. Note by note.
With this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion.
What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes,
fabricated by the factories of our foolishness?
We're composing our funeral songs, note, note, note by note. By note!
We're composing our funeral songs, note, note, note by note.
Prove me wrong (x3)
____________________________________
Поднеси к губам и почувствуй,
Как сера отравляет все, что мы создали
Don twist it around??
Не пытайся оправдываться,
то что мы знаем- ложь
Сухожилия разорваны
и крики вырываются в ядовитую, математическую атмосферу
Мы сочиняем наши похоронные песни нота за нотой
С этими словами я сообщаю, что завтра- это намек**
Что, если облака- это клочки наших ошибок,
Которые изрыгнули фабрики нашей глупости?
Мы сочиняем наши похоронные песни нота за нотой.
Докажите, что я не прав.
Bring it to your Lips and Experience the Sulfur Infect EVERYTHING THAT WE'VE CREATED.
Donmet Twist this Around.
DON'T Attempt to Justify What We Know Is Wrong.
Tendons are Torn and Screams are ReleASDE into A Poisone, Mathematic Atmosphere.
We're Composing Oour Funeral Songs, Note, Note. Note by Note. By note!
We're Composing Oour Funeral Songs, Note, Note. Note by Note.
With this i declare that Tomorrow is an allusion.
What if the Clouds Are Fragments of Mistakes,
Fabricated by the Factories of Oour Foolishness?
We're Composing Oour Funeral Songs, Note, Note, Note by Note. By note!
We're Composing Oour Funeral Songs, Note, Note, Note by Note.
Prove Me Wrong (X3)
________________________________________
Bring to your lips and feel
How sulfur poisons everything that we created
Don Twist it Around ??
Do not try to make excuses
What we know
The tendons are torn
and screams break into the poisonous, mathematical atmosphere
We compose our funeral songs note behind the note
With these words I report that tomorrow is a hint **
What if the clouds are shreds of our mistakes,
Who belp into the factories of our stupidity?
We compose our funeral songs from a note.
Prove that I'm wrong.
Donmet Twist this Around.
DON'T Attempt to Justify What We Know Is Wrong.
Tendons are Torn and Screams are ReleASDE into A Poisone, Mathematic Atmosphere.
We're Composing Oour Funeral Songs, Note, Note. Note by Note. By note!
We're Composing Oour Funeral Songs, Note, Note. Note by Note.
With this i declare that Tomorrow is an allusion.
What if the Clouds Are Fragments of Mistakes,
Fabricated by the Factories of Oour Foolishness?
We're Composing Oour Funeral Songs, Note, Note, Note by Note. By note!
We're Composing Oour Funeral Songs, Note, Note, Note by Note.
Prove Me Wrong (X3)
________________________________________
Bring to your lips and feel
How sulfur poisons everything that we created
Don Twist it Around ??
Do not try to make excuses
What we know
The tendons are torn
and screams break into the poisonous, mathematical atmosphere
We compose our funeral songs note behind the note
With these words I report that tomorrow is a hint **
What if the clouds are shreds of our mistakes,
Who belp into the factories of our stupidity?
We compose our funeral songs from a note.
Prove that I'm wrong.
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