Reptar, King Of The Ozone

Reptar, King Of The Ozone
Bring it to your lips and experience the sulfur infect everything that we've created
Don't twist this around
Don't attempt to justify what we know is wrong.
Tendons are torn and screams are released into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere

We're composing our funeral songs, note by note
With this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion
What if the clouds are fragments of mistakes
fabricated by the factories of our foolishness
We're composing our funeral songs, note by note
Prove me wrong
En la canción 'Reptar, King Of The Ozone' de The Devil Wears Prada, se describe una atmósfera cargada de negatividad y arrepentimiento. La letra invita a reflexionar sobre los errores cometidos y las consecuencias que han surgido de nuestras acciones dañinas...