The Devil Wears Prada - The Scorpion Deathlock

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Distance decreases as if time is a dying cockroach
Plagues enclose, plagues enclose
Sitting upon this wooden bench
I am helpless to billions of bullets

In this moment I am helpless
In this moment of time

Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?
Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?

No poem I've wrote
Nor song I have sung, can halt the army of wrath
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers

In this moment I am helpless, helpless
In this moment of time

Serpents will transform into mice
Only to drown in the deepest red
I've always expressed my thoughts in colors, but we remain blind
Numbers, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers