don’t dink and drance lyrics – the devil wears prada

i would like to burn this down.
i would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise.
watch it rise as it is wrath himself.
watch it rise.
crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it’s been since i have seen a dove.
melt in yellow as i do.
exhaustion and mother of tribulation.
wound by wound.
i torture myself.
wound by wound, i will perservere.
whiteness, present yourself, as i know you are the sky and anchor of my being.
what we’ve known is like cigarettes.
formaldehyde fingers.

/ the devil wears prada lyrics