All you folks think you own my life
But you never made any sacrifice
Demons they are on my trail
I'm standing at the crossroads of the hell
I look to the left I look to the right
There're hands that grab me on every side
All you folks think I got my price
At which I'll sell all that is mine
You think money rules when all else fails
Go sell your soul and keep your shell
which
walking
willing
trying
thing
shell
sacrifice
think
folks
devil
conjurer
first
fails
devils
standing
cross
crossroads
myself
demons
hands
inside
money
mystical
never
point
price
thief
reasons
trail
should
every
protect
right
rules
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