How low could you go
When you sold your soul
Buying pig in a poke
And praying for better days
Life is so cruel
It spend all your fuel
You so care about rules
That's we can say
You're forgeting about soul
Soul, superior stage
Work out, life is dead
Body decay, laying in bed
Love is over, render accounts
Open eyes, final founds
Is so hard to find
In your searchs inside
Some evidence that confirm
Why you came here for
The bomb will blow
The noise sounds slow
And darkeness will show
What we knew
You're forgeting about soul