The Devil Wears Prada — Revive

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Silence has become a child’s game
There is no solution to burn away this plague, oh
No remedies have been discovered

The cure is a shotgun, the cure is whatever
Blunt instrument one can salvage
Whomever finds themselves too proper
Will be the first to perish
And you know nothing that matters now

We cannot restore, we cannot recover
All is lost in the flood of the risen dead
We cannot restore, we cannot recover
All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful

The incurable bring us our punishment
Today’s destruction can only be measured in
In biblical, biblical proportion

Let’s go
My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth
My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth, yeah
My will is at God’s hand, never within man’s teeth

Always wanting more, never enough
Until this day and age when there’s nothing left
Always wanting more, never enough
Until this day and age when there’s nothing left
Always wanting more, never enough

We cannot restore, we cannot recover
All is lost in the flood of the risen dead
We cannot restore, we cannot recover
All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful

We cannot restore, we cannot recover
All is lost in the flood of the risen dead
We cannot restore, we cannot recover
All is lost in the storm of the disgraceful

We cannot restore, we cannot recover
All is lost in the flood of the risen dead
We cannot restore, we cannot recover
All is lost