I sold my soul for a fool world's gold.
The devils in suits said I would grow bold,
instead, I just grew old.
The promise of success turned my heart to less.
So I took it back in silent attack.

Now here I sit, with an empty heart, and a soul once sold, and torn apart.

Time goes by, and the tears I cry,
turn salty warm as my soul reforms.
The fool inside never wears a suit,
and their promises become mute.
The golden shine has worn thin,
now is the time to settle in.