Gospel of a Salesman

Money can miss me but, feeling worthless just kills me You sell yourself for a price but now wonder why you feel empty

Somehow the world plot against you but, you the one killing friendlies

We all just dying for relevance but, don't live like we're relevant

Don't think you get the full sentiment

Where you want to feel heaven sent but, the devil knows what you meant

So you whisper to him instead, will you save me, I feel so dead

He says

I will save you but die instead

Can you not feel the dread

You invited a guest to bed

Now bend over and give some head

It's a nightmare, you feel a sweat but, you feel a kiss on your head