You've sold your soul
Maybe not to the Devil but close enough
In your search for youth
In your search for truth
You choose the fast track
The easy way out
Fast cars
Fast women
Now you find yourself swimming
In muck
In mire
You veins on fire
You've lost your looks
You face pockmarked with lesions
No ambition
No desire
Except the next high
How to get it
Beg
Borrow
Cheat
Steal
Lie
Your need
Your greed
Your Mother pleads
Your family mourns
Society scorns
Look at you
Did you find your truth?
Did you find your youth?