And the Sentence Trails Off... - The Devil Wears Prada

Hold diamonds to the sun
Sparkling misconception
Statement:
Were the ones that arent afraid to die Ashes
After this battle we laugh at the thought of innocence
Remorse I scream for
Blood roses platinum gold rubies
A transparent portrait
The grave widens and the masses are mindlessly marching to the necropolis
There is no mystery here
Nothing to grasp but adjacent bodies
The cessation movement is synchronized
Emotional poorness cannot be hidden by ivory
We cant let this come between us
Here I lie myself down
I surrender At what Ive done
Im ashamed
On this raised platform I compose the memoir of unworthiness
Drunken with the spirits of Godlessness
Spirits of doom
Devil jaws on your throat
Onward period die
Emeralds hold no hope Hope yeah