The Devil Wears Prada - Nickels Is Money Too

Climbing,
climbing into fire, her hands are forceful.
We're burying earth in earth (earth in earth).
What hands, soft hands: carefully.
This makes no sense.

what's that sound I hear,
what's that sound I hear,
what's that sound I hear,
what's that sound?
I'm lost in a state of confusion.
Oh ground, I despise you,
but rejoice in your essence,
your essence.

Envy will cease my sky,
greed will cease my sky.
Here's a farmer that hung himself
on the expectation of plenty. At this time (all this time),
I feel there is no bottom to earth
(I feel there is no bottom to earth),
bottom to earth (bottom to earth).

Welcome to the museum of the dead,
welcome to the museum of the dead.
Endless gore becomes reality,
endless gore becomes reality.

Tradition's dug the grave,
the inferno has commenced, yeah.
Tradition's dug the grave,
the inferno has commenced.