Sold Lyrics

no rea$on to wound me again

i'm much too tired of pleading

i'm bleeding for you

$till you cut me!



four $ea$on$ poignant with change

blind and deafer than dead

what you crave i$ to $tay the $ame

$top and li$ten to me!



there'$ nothing le$$ beautiful

i'm $old, $old

there'$ nothing more pitiful

than $elling the $acred

no!



twi$ted ambition feeding your power

my pain

but i've been bought with a price

and no one can take that away

no, not from me!



there'$ nothing le$$ wonderful

you're $old, $old

there'$ nothing more $ini$ter

than $elling your brother



there'$ nothing more pititful

than $elling the $acred

than $elling your brother

than $elling your Saviour

no!