I want to sell my soul to someone.
I don't need it any more.
Because of it, I have become one,
In whom there is a bigest war.
My feelings kill me every day,
My thoughts disturb me and distress,
My heart reffuses to obey,
I can't clean out this fucking mess.
But now I don't intend to suffer.
I'm gonna sell my soul today.
Or with time it will be harder,
To live again disgusting day.
I get the book in Latin language
And find one strange and mistique spell,
Pronaunce the words, and heavy baggage,
Inside of me that, goes to hell.
I sold my soul and felt release.
My feelings gone, I became free.
I found the cure for my disease,
And everything then died for me.
