There's a dream hanging on your grin But there's not much coming out from within It may be in your darkest blackest hour We all seem to lose a little bit of power
You sold your soul like a slow easy crime It all seemed so clear so right at the time And now you stand pulling on your mangled hair Wondering if you or anyone really cares
{You sold your soul...remember? That's what you told me... For what?}
There are secrets deep within us all It may be a strange place you will hear the call It may be in your darkest blackest hour You will be on your kness wondering what the hell happened