Under the dirt under the rubble I did reside
I was carved out from the arms of another
My life was realized
I woke with the words and I could not describe
What was given to me what was planted inside
I was living a life that for me was a lie or so I'm told

I sold my soul to the devil but my heart is yours
I'd rather burn than be here stuck in the middle
The middle of my heart is yours
My heart is yours

Out of his mouth tumbles a secret and I'm awake
It's like a car crash, I'm stuck at the scene and I can't seem to look away
He tells me a story and I cannot relate to the protagonist and the price that was paid
It's a foreign concept to the life that I claimed from old
Now you know

I sold my soul to the devil but my heart is yours
I'd rather burn than be here stuck in the middle
The middle of my heart is yours
My heart is yours

I reach for your hand but I cannot relate to the blood and the bone and the smile you fake
I still hold you close but you're miles away
So I reach out to you

I sold my soul to the devil but my heart is yours
I'd rather burn than be here stuck in the middle
The middle of my heart is yours
My heart is yours