The Devil Wears Prada - The Scorpion Deathlock lyrics

Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach.

Plagues enclose.

Sitting upon this wooden bench, I am helpless to billions of bullets.

In this moment I am helpless.

Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?

No poem have wrote, Nor song I have sung, can halt the army of wrath.

O!

Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers.

In this moment I am helpless.

Serpents will transform into mice only to drown in the deepest red.

I've always expresses my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind.

Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers

Thanks to bri for these lyrics