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The Devil Wins |
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All I hear is the whisper, it's deafening |
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Can't resist, not worth fighting my lower brain |
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Once more I'm drawn in blindly, she calls again |
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The blackest of holes, will swallow your soul |
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And blood will flow from the Devil's Mouth |
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The Devil's Mouth |
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You always want what you haven't got |
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It's all the same |
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And when you get there, it ain't what you thought |
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That's the game |
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The blackest of holes will swallow your soul |
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When you're down south, it's the Devil's Mouth, son The Devil's Mouth |
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Beware the Whisper |
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In and out it's an endless cycle, she owns your soul |
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Kneel before your lord and master and serve the Hole |
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The blackest of holes will swallow your soul |
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And blood will flow from the Devil's Mouth |
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The Devil's Mouth |
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Beware the Mouth for it will swallow you whole |
