Static on the skyline, halos out of tune Neon saints asleep in rented rooms The hollow fumes filled in wired black balloons Lucifer isn’t buying souls anymore Pawn shop closed, sign flipped to ignore Gold scales rusted, feathers in the drawer Everyone’s rich in a cheaper kind of war I tried to bleed meaning into a contract Ink dried up, nothing stared back Heaven’s on delay, Hell’s understaffed Everyone’s holy until the rent collapses They told me fire was forever But even fire learned to cool The devil’s out of credit And faith don’t interview fools Lucifer isn’t buying souls anymore Selling your soul don’t work like before Hell ain’t full, it’s just bored No souls worth the price of valor No hearts heavy enough to matter No sins that glow or shatter So keep your ghosts, keep your fire No one’s bidding on desire Even though the devil’s. is a defiler Angels scrolling through their phones Looking for a reason to come home Truth feels small when it’s overexposed Everybody wants out, nobody goes I met a demon in a liquor store aisle Said faith went bankrupt after a while Valor don’t sell in a digital town Courage gets lost when it don’t make a sound Used to trade pain for power Now pain is the power we trade The myth wore out its welcome But the hunger stayed too fade Lucifer isn’t buying souls anymore Selling your soul don’t work like before Hell ain’t full, it’s just bored No souls worth the price of valor No hearts heavy enough to matter No sins that glow or shatter So keep your ghosts, keep your fire No one’s bidding on desire Even though the devil’s. is a defiler If damnation had a doorway It’d be blocked by doubt If salvation made a promise It already cashed out I screamed into the void for fun The void asked what I’d become When legends die from overshare And nothing burns like it’s supposed to care Lucifer isn’t buying souls anymore Selling your soul don’t work like before Hell ain’t full, it’s just bored No souls worth the price of valor No hearts heavy enough to matter No sins that glow or shatter So keep your ghosts, keep your fire No one’s bidding on desire Even though the devil’s. is a defiler Lucifer locked the register late No souls left worth the weight Valor’s priceless, or obsolete Depending who you ask on the street
