Sold my soul

I sold my soul
In the dead of every night
What once was a game
Now gives me a fright

I'm a wreck
After all the forced gagging and shagging
Bad rumours and not love making

Some were demonic acts
Sent by the creature himself
A few split me open
My personal hell

Easy money they say
Yeah, it comes at a cost
Parts of my soul are surely lost

Your pleasure
Is my hour of pain
After fucking them
They all look the same

I now welcome my devil wings
And fly away from prostitution
Back into the dead of the night
Without that next man
Treating me like that next whore.