Die Tausend Augen Des Mabuse - Propaganda

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