Bring it back to my little room
To polish it up and clean it
It may be muddy
But I gotta sell my soul to get that money
I feel pain
Cutting me like an ax blade
Digging into my f*cking brain
Telling me to sell my soul and get that money
Now I'm trying to get paid
Saying f*ck it
Get it all
The kids are in the basement
Hiding bodies in the walls
No sleep
Cataract
Disc slipping in my back
A matter of fact
That I gotta sell my soul to get some money
F*ck
I need it more
I wanna hang my head on the door
Now certainly going crazy
Hearing heartbeats in the floor
That's nothing
Just guilt
Don't laugh
It's not funny
I'm scared
But I gotta sell my soul to get that money
Now I'm trying to get paid
Saying f*ck it
Get it all
The kids are in the basement
Hiding bodies in the walls
No sleep
Cataract
Disc slipping in my back
It's time to act
Here
Take my f*cking soul and give me money