Hey, Old Nick,
Do you know of those who don't believe that you are real ?
How do you feel ?
Within this world of your creation,
Lay the blind, who only pay for sweet salvation
Hey, Old Nick,
Do you see me run your road of uncertain fate ?
Am I making a mistake ?
As the sun goes down,
The trail towards a heart arrives around
Now here lies,
A place in time,
Where I have come to sell my soul to you...
Take me,
And change me,
To the man I thought I saw internally...
You're here.
My Soul is...
Yours.
I am not what I am.
I am not what I am.
I am not what I am.
I am not what I am.
I am not what I am.
I am not what I am.
I am not what I am.
I am not what I am.