Texty:
Devil Wears Prada The Patterns Of A Horizon

: Here lies my pride don't come back Here lies my pride just die Don't come back Mass chaos is our weopon of mass unification Tied are you by he scarlet

: (Instrumental)

aren't afraid to die." Ashes. After this battle we laugh at the thought of innocence. "Remorse!" I scream for. Pride roses platinum gold rubies. A

: (feat. Cole Wallace of Gwen Stacy) [Jeremy:] Excuse me stranger, what are you embracing? [Cole Wallace:] The roots of the ground live in blood as

: This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride. black blood dotting our warmth. ending our contentment. this place is a contorted

vertical to the horizon. it'll be the end of deception. this is the gun to the manipulation. bring the end [ow!] architecture is falling [yeah] denial; a

You were nothing but an obstacle in my pathway. tripping me with my own trust without your hood of falsification. your beuty is found to be nothing

. trust me. you thought you had me fooled, but you wouldn't last a day in my shoes. everything i gave to you i got nothing in return, no a knife in

This cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride. black blood dotting our warmth. ending our contentment. this place is a contorted altar