歌词
Oh
Nathan's got the blues
C'mon!
The Devil wins
All I hear is the whisper, it's deafening
Can't resist, not worth fighting my lower brain
Once more I'm drawn in blindly, she calls again
The blackest of holes, will swallow your soul
And blood will flow from the Devil's Mouth
The Devil's Mouth
Devil's Mouth
The Devil's Mouth
You always want what you haven't got
It's all the same
And when you get there, it ain't what you thought
That's the game
The blackest of holes will swallow your soul
When you're down south
It's the Devil's Mouth
Son, the Devil's Mouth
The Devil's Mouth
The Devil's Mouth
Watch out!
Beware the Whisper
In and out it's an endless cycle, she owns your soul
Kneel before your lord and master and serve the Hole
The blackest of holes will swallow your soul
And blood will flow from the Devil's Mouth
The Devil's Mouth (the Devil's Mouth)
The Devil's Mouth (the Devil's Mouth)
The Devil's Mouth (the Devil's Mouth)
Beware the Mouth for it will swallow you whole
Written by: Byron Stroud, Christopher Valagao, Jedson Simon
