Sold souls For the selling price Of a selling life. Two-for-one deal. If it is not taken, I assure you That it won't be free. It will be considered... A steal. So let me in today. The best part is, If you ignore me And shut me out, I will find a way. I will tempt you With temptation And lead you astray. Offer you lavish things For an amount You cannot pay. Gravity Is a metaphor For my chains of hell. I will hold you, Scratch you, Allow you to go... Just to pull you back down As if you fell. All the while You drop to your knees And beg for forgiveness. Why are you begging me? You are the one Who did this. The choice Is yours to make. Just as it's my choice For your choice To take. Best things in life Are free. You think Just because you fake happiness And think positively, That paradoxical positive outcomes Will keep you From the depths of me? You want God... And God You shall see. You think I am evil. You think I am mean. God gives you The ability To do anything you want, And all you have to do... Is be true. (True to who?) That's all... You. And I'm the bad one? You ask for it... And I answer. It's not my fault You live life By an image, Hate instead of love, And fill your world With gimmicks. Let me help you. An image Is all you see, Because that is What you believe You to be. (Is that me?) You see... God provides you With light And an internal eye To see. See... You have an all-seeing eye, But ignorance Blinds you By decree. Blinds you with greed. Blinds you With the same two eyeballs You believe You were blessed with To see. See? What you see Is what you get. But you must understand... Seeing Is not believing. Believing Is seeing. Believing Comes with thoughts. Thoughts Can be misleading. Thoughts Can be false perceiving. Thoughts Can be thoughts Placed by another image, Which had Those same exact thoughts Manifested By all the same Faithless believing. You think... Therefore... You are. You are What you think Inside of your dream. And that's where I love to go The most. That's where I take your spirit And leave you A zombie. A self-eating, Soulless ghost. Your life Is but a dream. And that's why You sleep. But to close your eyes And sleep Is in reality... To be. For when you dream You think You cannot think, Only feel And see. For when you dream You think You cannot even control Your speech... To speak. Is it not ingenious? The beloved Ten Commandments Are scripted in stone To guide you To live your lives For your own. Yet... You turn to me To die alone. Is it so hard To believe this? Who really offered you The ability To be free? For it was not me. Is Adam Not just as guilty As Eve? It's all misguidance, In different disguises, Misguiding you To fear God... Not me. I knowingly knew Knowledge Would encapsulate Your consciousness, Subsequently leaving Generation after generation Subconsciously knowing... But not knowing. You can breathe... But cannot breathe. So... I leave you with this, You poor excuse For a soul. Continue to run On the treadmill Of death, Like every other human being Works out In their role. Because the day Will come, And true truth Will want out. But you took a bite too, Not recognizing Inside out. As above, So below... Or so it is told. Time is fear. Fear is death. End result... Another life sold. Insincerely yours, Son of Morning. Original lyrics by THOUGHTAHOLIC (@d13ov04). Sound and production by THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA. © 2026 THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA | An Indiana-Istanbul collaboration.
