Devil's Advocate کے بول

I gather myself from the ground, can't feel my feet. Hand on the bible I swear they're after me, I'm their meat. Turn and run, something must be done, before it's too late. Turn and run, something must be done, before love turns to hate. I let myself drift in fame, deeper and deeper into the game, I let myself allow me to, Save my greedy soul. How I survive? I can't see the signs, too blinded for this all. When something goes wrong, you make me smile, pretty wrecking ball. Turn and run, something must be done, before it's too late. I let myself drift in fame, deeper and deeper into the game, I let myself allow me to go deeper and deeper into the game! Save my greedy soul. How I survive? Filthy demons after me...