Texty: The Old Dead Tree. Is Your Soul For Sale?.

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I can guess what you are thinking:
You are telling yourself you can't do it,
But I think you're wrong

You're full of doubts,
You cannot chose
Between two ways.
You fear to lose
Too much time,
So much life.
You cannot believe
A word of mine.
But you're wrong,
Yes you're wrong.
You should now listen to
To my story,
To your family,
To the signs that warn you of your coming fall

Why are you sleeping?
Can't you act as a man
For once in your life?

Cry over yourself!
You make me sick my friend,
What have you done to be so weak?

I can guess what you are thinking
You are telling yourself you can't do it
And maybe you're right

You're full of doubts,
You cannot chose
Between two ways.
You fear to lose
Too much time,
So much life.
You cannot believe
A word of mine.
But you're wrong,
Yes you're wrong.
Inactive, immobile, useless
You live your life lifeless
Sometimes I just ask myself
If your soul's for sale.

I'd like to be able
To make a decision.
I'd like to be stronger,
But it's getting harder.
I'm just a coward
Loosing his mind.