Sold your soul for material gain
cloaked in darkness cold and gray.

Pain embalms your force fed smile
all dressed up with class and style.

Nightmares bathe you in sleepless mist
add new drugs to your growing list.

Anorectic footsteps mingle with every step
skeletal friendships are all that's left.

Alone in a corner rocking back and forth
one day soon payment will be sought.

Piper wants his pay in blood.
Grim Reaper leads you to the door.
Payment must be paid in full.
Material possession's won't free your soul...