Texty: Olivia Ruiz. Miss Météores. Spit The Devil.

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I have to spit the devil
Who is lying trough my throat
I have to spit the devil
He drinks my brain with a straw
He smokes my vocal cords

I have a volcano taste under my tongue
And I also set fire in the hair
Of an old lady standing on the subway

She looks like a fire dog and I love it !

I have a tear of poison under my tongue
Flowing under my lashes, on my cheek
It burns like an acid made with my jealousy

She looks like a fire dog, and I love it !

I have to spit the devil
'Cause it devours my confidence in me
He drinks it with a straw
He smokes and burn it quiet
Lying through my throat

My devil, my devil {x2}
I have to spit the devil {x3}
My devil, my devil {x2}