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