(Intro — slow heartbeat, distorted crowd noise) They cheered the hero… Until the hero needed more. Verse 1 They crowned him spotless, made him something he ain’t feel, Golden boy, white lights, forced to keep it real. Every cheer felt heavy, every smile felt fake, They loved the image, never cared what it takes. He stood next to kings, shook hands with the lie, Looked at the throne like, “That should be mine.” All that patience, all that pain inside, You don’t stay clean forever when the hunger don’t die. Pre-Hook Funny how they chant your name Till you stop playin’ the game. Funny how they scream “traitor” When you finally choose yourself. Hook I sold my soul for the truth, not the fame, They wanted a hero, I wanted the flame. Call me a villain, I’ll wear it with pride, I didn’t turn evil — I opened my eyes. Yeah, I’m the soul seller, deal signed in blood, Chose power over praise, now they drown in the flood. You wanted a savior, I wanted control, So I sold what was left… Yeah, I sold my soul. Verse 2 I watched him stand there, crown in his grip, World call him chosen, destiny-picked. But destiny’s funny when it play favorites, Give you the work, then deny you the payment. Handshake steady, smile tight, Crowd too loud to hear the knife. One moment change, history bends, That’s how legends fall — and monsters ascend. They say “How could you?” like they didn’t know, Like I ain’t been bleed in’ behind that glow. You don’t stab a back — you cut the chain, I broke free once and I won’t feel shame. Hook I sold my soul for the truth, not the fame, They wanted a hero, I wanted the flame. Call me a villain, I’ll wear it with pride, I didn’t turn evil — I opened my eyes. Yeah, I’m the soul seller, deal signed in blood, Chose power over praise, now they drown in the flood. You wanted a savior, I wanted control, So I sold what was left… Yeah, I sold my soul. Bridge — spoken, cold You cheer louder for masks than men. You love icons — not the cost to be them. So don’t look shocked when the mask finally slips… You made the monster you’re pointing at. Verse 3 Now I walk through the boos like they crowns on my head, Every curse from the crowd just confirms what I said. I don’t need forgiveness, I don’t need a side, I chose my ambition — let the old me die. History don’t remember the pure or polite, It remembers the ones who were ruthless enough to fight. You can keep your morals, your feel-good role, I’ll take the throne and the weight on my soul. Final Hook (darker, slower) I sold my soul and I sleep just fine, ‘Cause peace never built an empire this high. You loved me clean, you hate me bold, But hate’s still louder than silence and cold. Yeah, I’m the soul seller, watch me ascend, From hero to villain — that’s how stories end. You wanted a symbol, I wanted the whole, So I sold what was left… Yeah… I sold my soul. Outro — crowd boos fading into silence Cheer me. Hate me. Either way… you’re still watching.
