Why
does it hurt when my heart misses the beat?
The man without shadow promises you the world.
Tell him your dreams and fanatical needs.
He's buying them all with cash.
Selling your soul,
selling your soul,
selling your soul.
You never look back.
You never look back.
Selling your soul.
Selling your soul.
You never look back.
Selling your soul.
He's devoted to the dead, fascinated by pride.
Generous death is his destination.
Eternal passion,
his game.
Selling your soul,
selling your soul,
selling your soul.
You never look back.
You never look back.
Selling your soul.
Selling your soul.
You never look back.
Selling your soul,
selling your soul.
You never look back.
Why does it hurt?
Why, why does it hurt?
He's a satanic gambler, but you're the fool.
And you already lost the chance of your lifetime.
So don't be a fool, don't be a fool.
There's no way back.
Selling your soul.
Don't be a fool.
You're wrong.
It's all that we see or see.
But to dream within a dream.