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. . I came for peace and for great reason.
Gravity,. Teach me the ways of retaliation,. I'd like every backbiter to know that audience is always priority, rather than the stage. It all comes down to this..
It is though God by command has withdrawn every other throne.. And God is saying, 'No. These people will deal with me alone.'. . The Devil Wears Prada are quoting Paul Washer's "The Judgment of God and the Great White Throne!". The complete paragraph goes:.
Oh, and yet, I've, been cleansed.... . And yet I've been cleansed with the water. A purity no mind can grasp. A purity so cool upon my fingertips. . The vision that I have seen; this is the action that spawns from the end..
Confidence blurred by arrogance.. And the self-worship continues.. Who is an artist?. You can't decide for yourself.. Straight lines, I see straight lines..
The normal man, promised all things. Brought into this, taken by pain. He mistook home for grave. The normal man, filtered by hate. Living to pay, buying what's fake.
We will not be forgotten, holdfast, holdfast. . I will never subject myself to the flames. You are a demon to me, your power is but a fraction of me. And with that I, I make progress, within each step I move.
Whatever happened to the integrity. Found within a family?. . I return your glare. And my bones are chilled. With some sort of sickening. Recipe of fear and anger.
The concept of fashion is the one to blame. Painting a portrait of conviction-less existence.. Well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous.. . Well, it must be difficult.
Keep this on your mind. Keep it within your eyelids. Keep this on your mind. Keep it within your eyelids. . We have ascended countless stairs. Perhaps it has interrupted our thoughts.
Still broken. I can't see anything but you. I don't even know if I want to. . I've been so wrong in this. What does this mean? Where did it go?. All is best, all is lost.
Here lies my pride, don't come back. Here lies my pride, just die. Don't come back. Mass chaos is our weapon of mass unification. Tied are you by the scarlet thread.
Promise the lake. Don't try, don't be. Exist just like me. Promise shame. Every bit of everything is screaming so quietly. . Is there anything else to say?.
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..
There's no time. If your decisions include regret. Then it's already too late.. . There's no time. As clumsy as these beasts may be.. . Their mass numbers make up for slow speeds..
Welcome to the war. Welcome to the war. A martyr's challenge. . Chainsaw brutality, tornado strength. Chainsaw brutality, tornado strength. Chainsaw brutality, tornado strength.
What you hold, dear, is a false account. What you hold, dear, offers no salvation. Trust in that, I'm not right for this. Know that I'm not the one to hold you up.
Fall to your knees,. Accomplishing nothing. Fall to your knees only to exercise your schedule,. Abandon calender. . What has come with such preaching is loneliness.
I know a ghost. And when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance.. Vanity is a sepulcher.. . Do as you please, shame will follow.. Do as you please and shame will follow..
In this grave hour, I have composed our final song. The last words of our love lost. I called your hands home for years. For years, for years, for years on end.