Текст песни
The devil flew high
Now the devil is fly
The devil in Prada
I hope it keep him from crying
Hollows want designer
And I wanna get signed
I can't be lying
I'm real from mouth to the eyes
It's die or believe
We get fly to relieve
I know which I would choose
And I think you can tell
Getting comfy in flames
Clamming up in a shell
We can't have enough
The pursuit is our grail
The Devil wants more
And hence he has power
But the Devil is evil
And he's counting the hours
For me to visit again
When I too fall from the tower
When I pick up the sword
When I've withered the flower
Soul is for sale
You can stream it today
Dream of getting it out
In a cover and case
I don't hear shit
When you scream in my face
Gave you too much control
Put you back in your place
Your place
Your place, your place
Your place
Your place
Your place, your place
Your-