As I wander through this country like a fool in a trance
Watching cruel men grow fearless and their fortunes advance
As their hatred and oppression spreads like oil across the land
I see no one there to stop them, no one to spoil their plans
I was always raised to love that which is right and is true
But these hypocrites are wrapped in flags, sitting in the pews
Tell me, when will their consequences finally accrue?
Their divine intervention's overdue
Gonna sell my soul at auction, gonna polish it nice
Make a fictitious history from plausible lies
Do I hear any offers? Going once, going twice
Going down when I finally get my price, get my price, get my price
You ask me, what does it benefit a man should he gain
All the things he can imagine, if no soul in him remains?
But it's the absence of a conscience that I'm hoping to attain
Till the day when all their work goes up in flames
Gonna sell my soul at auction, gonna polish it nice
Make a fictitious history from plausible lies
Do I hear any offers? Going once, going twice
Going down when I finally get my price, get my price, get my price
And in the end, when it finally comes should I then regret
Having squandered my birthright for a desperate bet?
Should I fear the judgment coming when I fail in my quest?
I've been looking for those scales of justice, but I ain't seen them yet
Gonna sell my soul at auction, gonna polish it nice
Make a fictitious history from plausible lies
Do I hear any offers? Going once, going twice
Going down when I finally get my price, get my price, get my price