IN CONVERSATION: Mike Hranica of The Devil Wears Prada
Black temple, hallucinate.
Black temple, hallucinate.
I feel connect to their cries, crimson in their eyes.
Sabotaging your soul.
Bruising down to the bone just to feel something.
What’s a life worth living when the future is filled with dread?
So give me bright ideas.
Now let me in.
I find the peace I never learned.
Help me, destiny. I’m begging. I want to break free.