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Off the album COLOR DECAY, out now — Visualizer by Dan Fusselman. || Follow The Devil Wears Prada || Instagram: Twitter: Facebook: Spotify: Apple: __ How routine it feels like Like I fell through the floor Crushed by another passing It’s all happened before Still I’m not pretending To know every story and every choice I’m just some voice below The background noise I hope that it’s cancer And not something else Cause I don’t need anymore things I don’t wanna talk about How could I think such a thing? Who am I to say? Daily devastation that I can’t validate “What’s wrong with you?” They’ll ask about me “You’re done, you’re through” Still I’m not pretending To know every story and every choice I hope that it’s cancer And not something else Cause I don’t need anymore things I don’t wanna talk about I don’t need an answer Care about heaven or hell I hope that it’s cancer So what does that say about myself?
