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