Lyrics Nora - The Devil Wears Prada
Nora,
attempting
transcendence,
transcendence
Living,
and
lost
Living,
at
a
cost
Her
family′s
been
gone
for
years
Her
home
burnt
to
the
ground
She's
trying
now
to
move
along
Not
to
be
reminded
Not
to
be
shortsighted
Blistered
and
bruised
Fighting
for
every
step
Tight
lungs
short
breaths
Weak
knees
tired
eyes
Determination
in
a
lowly
disguise
Along
with
the
wind
Nora,
evading
the
killers,
the
killers
Wounds
worsening
Laboring
pushing
on
Raw
palms
Salt
sting
No
water
Muscle
loss
Designation,
calculated
thoughts
They
won′t
stop
til
they
have
her
blood
Seething
eyes
and
punctured
flesh
It's
the
vision
of
nightmares
Material
of
slaughter,
of
slaughter
Each
town
tells
a
different
story
Or
maybe
they're
all
the
same
The
road
says
it′s
time
to
go
Nora
knows
to
keep
laying
low
Along
with
the
grim
wind
of
slaughter
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