i found myself at the crossroads, was sleep walking on air, awoke at the crossroads, and the devil met me there

he asked if i had any wishes, i told him fix my broken heart, he said he could fix it, it would only take the smallest part

i asked what it was he wanted, he said nothing i would miss, i just had to sign my name, and my broken heart would be healed like this

i couldn’t believe the deal, just had to sign my name, and he would make the ache vanish, i asked what was his final game

he threw back his head laughed, he said i just want to make you whole, but i knew there was a catch, sign on the line at the cost of your soul

what use is my soul, when the world is nothing but pain, it seemed like it cost nothing, and i had everything to gain

so i sat at the crossroads, like old Robert had before, and i read the new contract, i was beaten and sore

and i looked at the devil, and at the pen is his hand, and i tried to convince myself, there wasn’t more to i didn’t understand

you just want my soul, and you can heal this broken heart, he grinned and nodded, just sign and i’ll do my part

made a deal at the crossroads, signed the deal with old sparky, if he could end this agony, knowing damn well my soul is malarkey

since then i felt better, except for the howling hounds at night, hear them running through the yard, blood thirsty and looking for a fight

and sometimes late at night, when nothing is quite as it seems, i hear the sound of tortures, but it might just be my dreams

things i don’t quite remember, but there are promises of pain, but if I had it to do all over, i would sell my soul again

when i found myself at the crossroads, where i was sleep walking on air, i then awoke at the crossroads, and the devil met me there