The Devil Wears Prada - Nora

Nora, attempting transcendence, transcendence Living, and lost Living, at a cost Her family's been gone for years Her home burnt to the ground She's trying now to move along Not to be reminded Not to be shortsighted Blistered and bruised Fighting for every step Tight lungs short breaths Weak knees tired eyes Determination in a lowly disguise Along with the wind Nora, evading the killers, the killers Wounds worsening Laboring pushing on Raw palms Salt sting No water Muscle loss Designation, calculated thoughts They won't stop til they have her blood Seething eyes and punctured flesh It's the vision of nightmares Material of slaughter, of slaughter Each town tells a different story Or maybe they're all the same The road says it's time to go Nora knows to keep laying low Along with the grim wind of slaughter