I'm not sure what I'm looking for, anymore.
I just know that I'm harder to console.
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me,
but the key is a question of control.

Can you say what you're trying to play? Anyway,
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules.
All the signs that I find have been underlined.
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled.

All this running around, well it's getting me down.
Just give me a pain that I'm used to.
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive,
you just need to achieve something that rings true.

There's a hole in your soul like an animal,
with no conscience, repentance, oh no.
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise.
Devils feed on the seeds of the soul.

I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real.
No mistaking the faking - I care.
With a prayer in the air, I will leave it there
on a note full of hope, not despair.

- Depeche Mode