Testi:
Devil Wears Prada The

i've done, i'm ashamed. On this raised platform I compose the memoir of unworthiness. Drunken with the spirits of Godlessness. Spirits of doom. Devil

I mean this, I'm not sure if you could say the same. Week after week after week Idolatry is wasted reverence, idolatry is the yellow on your teeth. Gasp

Fall to your knees (accomplishing nothing) fall to your knees only to exercise your schedule abandon calendar what has come with such preaching is loneliness

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

Blessed be those who have no idols. Invoke holy honor, sanctify the patient. I don't see the world the same. I'm no one's hero, so just forget my name

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

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

Now that it's here, it's too late. the whole wide world, is fearing the wrong things. falling down a cold staircase. and persistently i darken my

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