Hey Mr. Franklin it´s good to have you with me.
Let´s go for a walk.
I know I killed my ideals, but that is just my deal,
You shouldn´t judge too hard.
Today, I realized me life has changed.
And I have to cope with myself.

I sold my soul,
Sold my soul,

Just for money to earn.
I sold my soul, but I got so many lessons to learn.
And those dead presidents were never my friends.
I´ll never be happy in the end.

Hey Mr. Bankman, take care of my account please,
I got lots on it.
But isn´t it ironic, that all I ever dreamed of,
Becomes my nightmare now.
And I don´t have the strength to carry on.
But now it´s too late to go back.