Speak of the Devil

Ooo
Aah

Somewhere under cold neon light, your phone barks out into the night,
Wondering who could've known
You bring the phone right to your ear
Confirming all of your worst fears
Coming god, how could they know?

Speak of the devil
Speak of the devil
Speak of the devil

The pain explodes above your arm, adrenaline starts the alarm
You're running with nowhere to go
You sputter like a garden hose, begging they leave you alone,
Jesus Christ I think they're close...

Speak of the devil
Speak of the devil
Speak of the devil



Credits
Writer(s): Scotch Mist
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