No reason to wound me again,
I'm much too tired of pleading,
I'm bleeding for you, but still you cut me.

Four seasons poignant with change,
Blinded, deafer than dead,
What you crave is to stay the same,
Stop and listen to me.

There's nothing less beautiful,
I'm sold, sold,
There's nothing more pitiful than selling the sacred, no.

Twisted ambition feeding your power my pain,
But I've been...I've been bought with a price, and no one...no one can take that...take it away, no, not from me.

There's nothing less wonderful,
You're sold, sold,
There's nothing more sinister than selling your brother, no.

I'm sold.

Stop and listen to me.

There's nothing less beautiful,
I'm sold, sold,
There's nothing more pitiful than selling the sacred, than selling your brother, than selling your saviour, no.

Sold,
Sold.