Devil For Sale

in my nightmare the lights cut asked a question of wether or not we dream the realities we are destined and doomed to live sweeping under the truth of this dirty rug i ponder to myself a soul to hold what would make me valuable sell my soul to fool the devil sell my soul for the worlds deathwish to become null and void sell my soul to give the devil a second chance to reclaim his throne and plan to fail, but who am i? and i thought not worth the fight can't outsmart the shadows can't deny the truth can't run from myself the reflections will bleed from me one way or another with my hands clean of this thinking to myself maybe there is a joke im not telling a riddle i cant tell tio make us all smarter the question that reveals itself in the round about way we beat around the bush four leaf clovers pots of gold egg cracked open and in my black coffee shaking the cold from my mind weather man lost his mind never saw this coming another organised warning headless blunder four in the morning devil for sale three bells to ring nightmare of this dream something to ponder bt never to be if i sold my soul to the devil id have a devil for sale and i wouldnt sell him cheap a way to put one over the april fool walking in circles for a wish come true and pass the pot of gold on devil for sale well worth the riddles of every holiday every constellation every story on the bookshelf that betrays you and the muse who reminds you there was a ceratin way to sell me to sell you a devil for a dream come true but i cant remember i forgot everything inbetwenn the songs of the whispering winds the romantic laughter of inner demons the guilty pleasure of changing seasons you will find me not selling the world but swept under the rug i have a devil for sale and here i am martyring you tricks and the treats subconcious language of swears every curse word a truthful confession nose picking brainwash gets trumped by the art of conversation then we swear willingly revealing what we did in what way and they say life isnt fair that's a skippy one pulled over the april fool there is a mulligan a second chance to change your fate to meet destiny the wheels of fortune to a stacked deck that foretells my life and you wonder when my lawyer will show up and the dance of gabrielles souls will show you the shine and sway of the stairway she is building to our heaven