Souls For Sale (Live At Mojo House)

Masks down, faces out
You all around over town
Killing the ones you don't know
Going to store by store, spitting all around and buying all the souls for sale

Running out of time
You bargain the luck you still have
Doing this, saying that
Join all together, won't miss the only chance you have

There was a story about a middle age white man that couldn't stay at home
Couldn't stand his wife
Or take care of his own child
All he wanted was to drink a beer or two at the bar next door
One day spending his time, or should I say his life there
An old friend stopped by and asked him: Are you not afraid to die, man?
The man with his deep pink t-shirt and his deep blue empty eyes just said
How could I be afraid to die if I am already dead inside?

Tic-tac, humankind
How do you feel inside?
Sicking with your fears, drying out of tears
Can you close your eyes? Can you even sleep at night?