Soul for Sale is probably the first of many meaningless emotional pieces on Logos; It conveys a very still sense of what beauty is to me. When I use the word meaningless, I mean something very hard to convey to you in writing and something which might make absolutely no sense to you if I were to try (as I am now). I really tried to constrain myself to conventional songwriting techniques in Logos. The song structure and progression of Soul for Sale is a simple result of this method: There are recurring elements, which most of my other work prior to it did not contain.

The acoustic guitar and large Mexican bass sit side by side painting a loungy scene with a window where your point of view witnesses the outside light from a hazy and self-induced opiate state. From inside the desire to be happy, I look out at what is real through burning eyes from a place that sucks me in. This medicated lounge of tranquility only lasts for some time before my soul is ready to be handed over to hell to feel something real, not just ideal. This song is sadness and longing expressed differently than my other songs. While most of the works on the album are of this intent, each capture only a minute stomach churner (as I like to call them). Each butterfly in my stomach can be represented by a song ... metaphorically speaking.