EP REVIEW: The Devil Wears Prada – ZII
Upset the sickness.
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Upset the sickness.
Mold beauty out of clay, write words for me to say.
So many people talking, but nobody’s listening.
We were born for one thing, born to face the greatest fear of all.
If you’re living in the minute here’s your mother fucking anthem.
With every decision phased and finalized, I keep descending,
And no one remembers my face, my name.
It’s time to be the change you want to witness.
I know where I’m going; it’s black country out there.
The wretched abyss that was once my home.