Lyrics Dr. Mabuse - The Last Word - Propaganda

My poor self
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

Sell him your soul
Sell him your soul
Sell him your soul
Never look back
Never look back
Sell him your soul
Sell him your soul
Never look back
Never look back
Never look back
Sell him your soul
My poor self

He's devoted to the devil
Fascinated by crime
Glamorous death is his destination
Eternal passion his gain

Sell him your soul
Sell him your soul
Sell him your soul
Never look back
Never look back
Sell him your soul
Sell him your soul
Never look back
Never look back
Sell him your soul
Sell him your soul
Never look back
My poor self

Why does it hurt?
Why-why does it hurt?

He's a satanic gambler with beautiful pool
And you already lost the chance of your lifetime
So don't be a fool, don't be a fool
Kein zurück für dich, there's no way back

Sell him your soul

Die Sache ist für ihn, es ist ganz schon hart
Es ist ganz schon hart
Komm, komm, komm, besorg' dich
Don't be a fool
Never look back
Never look back

Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?