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Soul to Sell

Soul's Bargain: A Melodic Descent into Life's Choices
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Lyrics

Do you think we're fools?

Questioning the intelligence or wisdom of someone.

We know it won't be long

Awareness that a negative event is imminent.

'Til you drill a well

Anticipating a destructive action or consequence.

And fall straight through the roof of Hell

Imagining a descent into a negative or hellish situation.

And they lock you in a prison cell

Expecting punishment or confinement for actions.

And leave the tale for you to tell

Leaving a negative experience for others to endure.

You got no more soul to sell

Having lost one's integrity or moral values.


But oh well, that's life

Accepting the harsh realities of life.

So carve on with your wicked knife

Persisting in malicious or harmful actions.

You're so strong, you're so precise

Acknowledging strength and precision in negative behavior.

One day you'll learn to take your own advice

Recognizing the need to follow one's own advice.

And make your home in a prison cell

Envisioning a future confined in a metaphorical prison.

And leave the tale for me to tell

Leaving a negative legacy for others to recount.

You got no more soul to sell

Emphasizing the loss of personal integrity or morality.


And any place you place the blame

Reflecting on the futility of blaming others.

The water tastes the same

Highlighting the universal experience of hardship.

The sunlight hurts your eyes

Expressing discomfort in the face of truth or reality.

It's no surprise

Conveying that certain outcomes are expected.

And anyone you chance to meet

Referring to interactions with random individuals.

A stranger on the street

Noting the curiosity of others about personal struggles.

They're bound to wonder why you run so dry

Feeling emotionally drained or exhausted.

You drink the tears from their eyes

Metaphorically consuming the pain or suffering of others.


Do you think we're fools?

Repeating the initial questioning of intelligence.

We know it won't be long

Reiterating awareness of an impending negative event.

'Til you drill a well

Repeating anticipation of a destructive action or consequence.

And fall straight through the roof of Hell

Reiterating the imagery of descending into a negative situation.

And they lock you in a prison cell

Repeating the expectation of punishment or confinement.

And leave the tale for me to tell

Repeating the idea of leaving a negative legacy for others.

You got no more soul to sell

Emphasizing the irretrievable loss of personal integrity or morality.

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