Nickels Is Money Too Lyrics - Plagues - The Devil Wears Prada

Climbing into fire, her hands are forceful. 

We're burying earth in earth. 

White hands, soft hands: carefully. 

This makes no sense. 

What's that sound I hear? 

I'm lost in a state of confusion. 

Oh ground. 

I despise you, but rejoice in your essence. 

Envy will cease my sky. 

Greed will cease my sky. 

"Here's a farmer that hung himself on the expectation of plenty" 

At this time I feel there is no bottom to earth. 

Welcome to the museum of the dead; endless gore becomes reality. 

Tradition's dug the grave. 

The inferno has commenced 

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