Dead Souls

Were you a son of a gun? Were you a fancy boy? Were you a fail? Did you hide under your face? The flam of your mistakes To win again. Hey! Hey! My soul is fading away, Fading away, fading away. My soul is fading away, Fading away, fading away. Nothing for what you betrayed it's true, Nothing in that sack of shit is sure, Nothing will be safe for your sake. How much for your ethics and your thoughts? How much for your fucking comfort zone? How much for remaining in my hell? Hey! Hey! My soul is fading away, Fading away, fading away. Our souls are fading away, Fading away, fading away.