Letra de Who Speaks Spanish, Colon Quesadilla - The Devil Wears Prada

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.

I must seek strength from somwhere,

for I've reduced myself to nothing. we've been here one thousand times.

cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees.

hello autumn, I need not your companionship.

doubtless I stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity.

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revive me doctines!

await the day, when all our blood will wash away.

the world's balance I'm too familiar with;

selfishness outweighs genorosity

blindness produced by your own hands afront your face.

lips bleeding with guilt.

frightful little fiends.

if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion?

lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction