This is a song about "Im closing the door to my soul"

And there's no closing the door on this, my foot's on the floor.

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Where im from? a city full of sinners so when i die my soul is going to the highest bidder

So eventually, i kept to myself like elsa, while anna sang to, her sister

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I cant sell my soul to the devil cuz i gave it to a homeless prick

''hypno'' relates to sleep, but my eyes aint closing

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

So tell me why are we at war

You showed me to the door

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I sold my soul to the devil with my brain attached

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand