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Text: Fleming & John. Devil's Food.

He's got his finger on the trigger
It's not a gun, it's something bigger
Oh, emotional warfare
Has been declared on you

See how he manipulates
Berates you and humiliates
He wants you to see
What it feels like to be him

Oh, that's not love pumping through his veins
You're like the sun shining on his shade
He's a parasite
And he's trying to suck the life out of you

Why are you taking up for him?
No, you can't save him from his sin
Oh, he's pulling you down
He's gonna wrestle you into the ground

He'll make a mess out of you
He'll turn you into devil's food
Get away while there's time
Your friends are making bets on your life

Oh, that's not love pumping through his veins
You're like the sun shining on his shade
He's a parasite
And he's trying to suck the life out of you

You're devil's food
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Run, run for your life

Oh, that's not love pumping through his veins
You're like the sun shining on his shade
He's a parasite and he's trying to suck the life

Oh, that's not love pumping through his veins
You're like the sun shining on his shade
Oh, you're parading on his rain
You gotta go, you gotta get away

He is a parasite
And he's trying to suck the life out of you
You're devil's food
I'm just saying this 'cause I love you