Nickles Is Money Too Lyrics by The Devil Wears Prada
Album : Plagues
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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
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