When Nothing Is Free
Sell your soul to the devil
make him pave his way to ring the bells for his ascent into the heaven
you say you will never be seeing the day the bells are silenced
buy yourself a jesus
to teach us how special we are
one person one soul
one story at a time
show us the truth
even if we're not all on the same page, different books anyhow
a saint who may not look like a saint, still a worthy martyr
leave you the holy one, seperating those who confess killing for free
and all you can say is
i have a devil for sale
but for you jesus i'm always free
and this is the choice we make reading inbetween subconcious sewn seeds
choices of futuristic hardships we percieve to be
cost and benefit
of trauma and time well spent alone
where to go from there
and how long til i learn i am better off
a cactus on this earth than a fish in a bowl
when nothing is free
everthying on the market
for the evil has taken over
i am free for my maker
and for sale to those who may never win me over
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