Zendik - Sold Your Soul (For Making Dough)

The beasts of rock 'n roll
Once flew, but now they crawl
Into the nites of burning fame
They live by the fuck
And die by the buck
Dead minds once alive with youthful flame

The stars in their eyes
Have turned to dollar signs
You know such loss is a shame
I see the "artists" lie
They say art will not die
As they buy into the money game

The demons of rock 'n roll
Have blown it, they sold it all
To the man from which they thought they'd run away
And now see the golden strings
Tangled in the devil's wings
Tied to the man he has to pay
Into the nites of burning flame
Dead minds once alive with fame
For those who sell the song remains the same
You sold the flame for fame
So sad, but true
The "artists" lie as they buy
Into the money game
For fame they sell the flame
They sold their souls for making gold
They sold their souls for making dough