There is a price on every soul
Posted in the showroom of night
You chase the tail into the hole
The darkness ends just at the light

Collections come, collectors go
Their busy fingers out of sight
Pulling on ropes of smoke
Fire reflecting in their eyes

Yes, you'll need a string to fly a kite

Hell is full with folks who tried
You can see it in their eyes
They say "There's no escaping
From the fate you've been shaping
And it grows harder
The more that you try"

Pouring out of every wall
Something they call a good time
You taste just one then linger on
The flavor never escapes your mind

No, no, no
No

And there's a place where people go
When they want to know exactly what they'll find
They're just like blood drops in the snow
People and the pain they hide

I guess you'll need a leash to walk tonight

Hell is full with folks who tried
You can hear it in their cries
They say "There's no escaping
From the fate you've been shaping
And the truth sounds best
When it's proving you right"

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