The Devil Wears Prada The ThreadWatch at the source

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 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 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’VE GOT 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 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, LET ME HEAR YOUR VOICE.