I have made a pact with the devil Going once, going twice and down came the gavel A pound of rage for a pound of sadness We both agree it was done in all fairness
For rage is easier than sadness to bear For one who tends too much to care Where sadness weakens, rage empowers And works to make sure one never cowers
But trades with the devil are always skewed Swindles in his diabolical mind brewed You'll end up paying more than you bargained Eventually you'll have nothing remained
But still I made the pact with the devil Went once, went twice and down came the gavel A pound of rage for more than just sadness A rash decision, and now regret endless
