Song | Big Wiggly Style |
Artist | The Devil Wears Prada |
Album | With Roots Above And Branches Below |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hranica | |
Condemned. | |
My regret is not writing more for you, Lord. | |
As this ocean comes to be deeper our vessel becomes less stable. | |
LOOK TO THE SKY. | |
Encourage the elements of God. | |
Rather than the jars that contain them. | |
If only the ingredients of man were of such elements. | |
IF ONLY. | |
With great horror, I admit that we all live off the lust and misfortune of others. | |
ALL LIVE OFF THE LUST AND MISFORTUNE OF OTHERS. | |
This is vision, not contradiction. | |
I see greed in the face of a priest, | |
And deterioration in the walls of cathedrals. | |
What was right, now wrong, | |
Casts a cold reflection on glory. | |
LOOK TO THE SKY. |
zuo qu : Hranica | |
Condemned. | |
My regret is not writing more for you, Lord. | |
As this ocean comes to be deeper our vessel becomes less stable. | |
LOOK TO THE SKY. | |
Encourage the elements of God. | |
Rather than the jars that contain them. | |
If only the ingredients of man were of such elements. | |
IF ONLY. | |
With great horror, I admit that we all live off the lust and misfortune of others. | |
ALL LIVE OFF THE LUST AND MISFORTUNE OF OTHERS. | |
This is vision, not contradiction. | |
I see greed in the face of a priest, | |
And deterioration in the walls of cathedrals. | |
What was right, now wrong, | |
Casts a cold reflection on glory. | |
LOOK TO THE SKY. |
zuò qǔ : Hranica | |
Condemned. | |
My regret is not writing more for you, Lord. | |
As this ocean comes to be deeper our vessel becomes less stable. | |
LOOK TO THE SKY. | |
Encourage the elements of God. | |
Rather than the jars that contain them. | |
If only the ingredients of man were of such elements. | |
IF ONLY. | |
With great horror, I admit that we all live off the lust and misfortune of others. | |
ALL LIVE OFF THE LUST AND MISFORTUNE OF OTHERS. | |
This is vision, not contradiction. | |
I see greed in the face of a priest, | |
And deterioration in the walls of cathedrals. | |
What was right, now wrong, | |
Casts a cold reflection on glory. | |
LOOK TO THE SKY. |