The Devil WinsnnAll I hear is the whisper, it's deafeningnCan't resist, not worth fighting my lower brainnOnce more I'm drawn in blindly, she calls againnnThe blackest of holes, will swallow your soulnAnd blood will flow from the Devil's MouthnThe Devil's MouthnnYou always want what you haven't gotnIt's all the samenAnd when you get there, it ain't what you thoughtnThat's the gamennThe blackest of holes will swallow your soulnWhen you're down south, it's the Devil's Mouth, son The Devil's MouthnnBeware the WhispernnIn and out it's an endless cycle, she owns your soulnKneel before your lord and master and serve the HolennThe blackest of holes will swallow your soulnAnd blood will flow from the Devil's MouthnThe Devil's MouthnnBeware the Mouth for it will swallow you whole