In the Vanity of Sold Souls

(Verse 1)
Elvis danced to a puppeteer's strings,
Controlled by fame, where power sings.
Beatles and Stones, once rebels at play,
Now bow for money, old tunes in display.

(Pre-Chorus)
Kurt's rebellion, a tormented plea,
In corporate vanity, a desperate decree.
Sid's anarchy, punk's fading light,
Lost in the market, endless night.

(Chorus)
In the puppetry where deals unfold,
Sold their souls for fame and gold.
Icons tarnished, principles tossed,
In the echoes, their ideals lost.

(Verse 2)
Morrison's mystique, a poet's trance,
In the puppet show, lost his chance.
Nirvana's angst, a grunge refrain,
In corporate strings, they play the game.

(Pre-Chorus)
Sex Pistols spat in punk's defiance,
A corporate dance, a lost alliance.
Icons crumbled, ideals decayed,
Sold their souls, in the puppet trade.

(Chorus)
In the puppetry where deals unfold,
Sold their souls for fame and gold.
Icons tarnished, principles tossed,
In the echoes, their ideals lost.

(Bridge)
Fame's allure, a perilous ride,
In the puppetry, where they tried.
The price they paid, a heavy cost,
Sold their souls, forever lost.

(Verse 3)
Golden chains of fortune's spell,
Sold their souls, the tale to tell.
Rock 'n' roll dreams, a twisted goal,
In the echoes, they sold their soul.

(Pre-Chorus)
The rebel's fire, a fading ember,
Sold their souls, a sad November.
Auctioned ideals, a heavy toll,
In the puppetry, where legends stroll.

(Chorus)
In the puppetry where deals unfold,
Sold their souls for fame and gold.
Icons tarnished, principles tossed,
In the echoes, their ideals lost.

(Outro)
Now the tunes ring empty, void of strife,
In today's puppet show, no real life.
No messages, just a hollow rap,
In the puppetry, where ideals nap.