The Devil Wears Prada - Reptar King Of The Ozone lyrics

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) by note (by note).

We're composing our funeral songs,

note (note) by note (by note).

With this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion

into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere.

What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes,

fabricated by the factories of our foolishness,

foolishness?

We're composing our funeral songs,

note (note) by note (by note).

We're composing our funeral songs,

note (note) by note (by note).

Prove me wrong,

prove me wrong,

prove me wrong.