ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Das Testaments Des Mabuse


Mabuse

Why does it hurt when my heart misses the beat

The man without shadow promises you the world
Tell him your dreams and fanatical needs
He’s buying them all with cash

Sell him your soul, sell him your soul, sell him your soul
Never look back, never look back
Sell him your soul, sell him your soul
Never look back, never look back

Never look back
Sell him your soul

Mabuse

He’s devoted to the devil fascinated by crime
Glamorous death is his destination
Eternal passion his gain

Sell him your soul, sell him your soul, sell him your soul
Never look back, never look back
Sell him your soul, sell him your soul
Never look back, never look back

Never look back
Sell him your soul, sell him your soul
Never look back

Mabuse

Why does it hurt
Why does it hurt

He’s a satanic gambler with you just the fool
And you’ve already lost the chance of your lifetime
So don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool
So don’t be a fool, don’t be a fool
Kein züruck für dich
[There’s no way back]
There’s no way back

Sell him your soul

Don’t be a fool

Never look back
Never look back