The Cost of Shiny Promises

I can't believe we're still playing this game where we trade

our soul for money and fame. A little bit sad, a little bit

funny. How easy we've been for the promise of something shiny.

Dealers gonna deal, thieves gonna steal. Turn your back once they're cutting the deal.

Swapping paper for something eternal. What's the price? What's the cost? Trade a smile

for what gets lost. Yeah, the price gets set for you

and your soul. Every dollar traded burns a darker brand in your soul.

Dust on the dash. Crossroads calling. You don't see the trade 'til