“Exchange policy for buying souls”
I tried to sell my soul to the devil, but he wanted a refund / Impossible to get on his level, and I’m not the only one.
He expected ounces, my soul weighed tons / I addressed him as “sir,” and he called me a cunt.
“Fiber of my being”
Welcome to the Lion’s den / Where the women are the lambs, and the wolves are the men… Did my life really come to this? / This isn’t what I want…. Always a quick fix / to get over the next front… Haven’t gotten what I wanted, Haven’t gotten what I needed / Feel like every fiber of my being has been locked up and beaten.
“Snails’s Pace”
Healing at a snail’s pace / Craving for Holy Grail’s taste…. On the black market, cerebral mace / Our thought is what our will creates.
45 ANGLES 