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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
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