| There's something cold inside of us. | |
| There's something empty inside out hearts. | |
| The bitter-sweet harmony of gentle crimes. | |
| Can't you see? it's burning. | |
| Afraid of being honest, afraid of showing pride. | |
| The shade of self-deception, it's rising. | |
| A little black devil want's to be free again. | |
| A little black devil yearns for his dignity. | |
| Return... repent... deliver us from evil. | |
| Open your heart, open your heart for me. | |
| I'm on the verge of thinking but i can hardly tell. | |
| What drives us on and on, i'm shaking. | |
| A little black devil want's to be free again. | |
| A little black devil yearns for his dignity. | |
| Return - Open your arms (open up). | |
| Repent - Await your fallen star (wait for me). | |
| Remind - Open your heart (open up wide / and shine on). | |
| Shine bright like the sun. | |
| It's 1951, shine on... forevermore. | |
| Defying what i used to be. | |
| Defying my belief, | |
| Defying what i sacrificed. | |
| Pretending sanity. |