A man died in the riot yesterday
The rioters picked his body
They took it away
The tore up his sternum with their bare hands
To dig into his meat, flesh, and body parts
They wanted more than his heart
They found it, it was nestled like a tiny egg
At the base of his neck
Where his spine touched his skull
His soul was a broken, black thing
But they wanted all the credits it'd bring
On the Bay of Souls
When no one took a bite on the price they sought
The soul stealers weren't a bit distraught
They lowered the price
There are souls for sale
Out there in the night
You can buy one too
If you bid just right
Just right
--
Anarchy - 2. Too many of soul less people shambling around among us these days. Maybe we all can use some.
The rioters picked his body
They took it away
The tore up his sternum with their bare hands
To dig into his meat, flesh, and body parts
They wanted more than his heart
They found it, it was nestled like a tiny egg
At the base of his neck
Where his spine touched his skull
His soul was a broken, black thing
But they wanted all the credits it'd bring
On the Bay of Souls
When no one took a bite on the price they sought
The soul stealers weren't a bit distraught
They lowered the price
There are souls for sale
Out there in the night
You can buy one too
If you bid just right
Just right
--
Anarchy - 2. Too many of soul less people shambling around among us these days. Maybe we all can use some.
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