Soulless
For a hand full of good times,
Ive sold my soul.
Gave away the best parts of myself.
Traded the good and honest.
For that which I'd mistakenly regard,
as the essence of life.
Our nature,
unclean and wretched,
spiteful and depraved.
A madman I am,
devoid of all that is good and honest.
A criminal,
I've become.
The road is my only friend.
A life of perpetual exile.
A child of a man,
whos decadence,
knows no bounds.
For a hand full of good times,
Ive sold my soul.
Gave away the best parts of myself.
Traded the good and honest.
For that which I'd mistakenly regard,
as the essence of life.
Our nature,
unclean and wretched,
spiteful and depraved.
A madman I am,
devoid of all that is good and honest.
A criminal,
I've become.
The road is my only friend.
A life of perpetual exile.
A child of a man,
whos decadence,
knows no bounds.
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