Sell Your Soul () - Grammatrain

Sunsets fade to night

And flowers die away

The world is turning 'round

And you are turning grey

Money burns a hole

Inside the wealthy’s heads

Why do you insist

Pretending you’re not dead?

Sell your soul, sell your soul for

Sell your soul, sell your soul for free

Bottles always empty

Leaves their prey alone

Lovers often leave you

Waiting by the phone

Nothing seems to satisfy

The need for peace

Jesus stands before you

Wanting you to see