Текст песни 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