The Thread - The Devil Wears Prada

Ten thousand tons

Somehow gaining mass

It senses the symptoms

Of a life’s thread rusting out

It features the dangers

With a mind for pure corrosion

You won’t say a word

Why won’t you look my way?

As we gaze through the window

The ash storm begins to rain

Iron oxide tells the difference

Patterning what this used to be

I’ve got some feelings

Some feelings as of late

Meanwhile the ceiling

Is what I can’t shake

What if we don’t change?

What if we stay the same?

Then you’re the ceiling

The ceiling that I can’t shake

You can see my hands

Reaching out, grasping at the thread

Hear her laughter reverberate

Through the lowest rings of hell

I’ll be gone once you’re through with me

I’ll be gone once you’re through with me

I’ve got some feelings

Some feelings as of late

Meanwhile the ceiling

Is what I can’t shake

What if we don’t change?

What if we stay the same?

Then you’re the ceiling

The ceiling that I can’t shake

The ceiling that I can’t shake

The ceiling that I can’t shake

You won’t say a word

Why won’t you look my way?

As we gaze through the window

The ash storm begins to rain

You won’t say a word

Why won’t you look my way?

As we taste the shattered glass

The ash storm begins to rain

After all is said and done

Unable to tolerate

You can watch me go under

Brought down by the weight

After all is said and done

Unable to tolerate

You can watch me disappear

Brought down by the weight

You should speak up

You should speak up

Let me hear your voice

Let me hear your voice