The Devil Wears Prada
The Condition
Can’t look forward to anything
Can’t say I’m waiting for a sign
Every light is red tonight
Every day: a useless fight
Burdened by obligation
This life will be named “The Condition”
Bound beneath the reign of the viper
And with that please cross me out, cross me out, cross me out
Let me out, let me out, let me out of this everlasting ice age
Can’t look forward to anything while in this condition
Can’t say I’m waiting for a sign
I’m not waiting
The mystery is there is no mystery
Overlooked reason to history
The mystery is there is no mystery
Founded by abandonment: an emptiness defined by silence
Founded by abandonment
Let me be free, let me be free
Float away like dots in the sun
Let me be free, let me be free
Can’t look forward to anything
Can’t say I’m waiting for a sign
Can’t look forward to anything while in this condition
Can’t say I’m waiting for a sign
I’m not waiting