Crossover: The Eighth Pawnshop

The faded sign I lower my head, and they come toward me The souls on the street Can all be bought and sold Foolishly believing That I know what I love most I quietly master those desires Begging the devil, pride in vanity A black contract, like a dark tide beneath the moonlight I coldly caress your sorrow It's only an exchange, not love Beyond the pitch-black window, an unspeakable gloom The shadow on the wall, once so innocent, is gone The expression on my face, cruel, holds no hope The gale sweeps past. Which of us is the one who's rotten? Begging the devil, pride in vanity A black contract, like a dark tide beneath the moonlight I coldly caress your sorrow It's only an exchange, not love Giving up or carrying on, it's all the same Who rules? Who will be happy? Who will get hurt? It will all end here The gun is slowly loaded, held against my pride Loneliness is my final impression I coldly caress your sorrow No, no, it's only an exchange, not love You coldly gaze at my sorrow It's only an exchange, not love At Pawnshop No. 8, you can only pawn things, never redeem them. No one is exempt.