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Because we are untouchable.
Souls sold on the conor store,
If you have enough money they'll have what you're looking for.
Perfect hearts half off the asking price,
They'll take one look at your wrist and take a slice,
So drink it up boys and make it look cheap.
Lets all hold hands and take the final leap.
Life is too long
to go on without doing something wrong.
We'll burn the cities one by one,
And rape the king's oldest son.
Pregnant all the local whores.
It's the afterlife, no one's keeping score.
Don't you listen to the word's of the preacher,
He is from some different land, he is some different creature,
The ones that are living are the one's without the souls,
Alcohol, drugs, sex, and lies, it's the new gold.
We are all going to die some way or the other,
So why not kill a man, even if it is your borther.
There is no work, there is only play,
Do as I do, not as I say.
And you ask why are we this way?
Because we aren't that stable,
Because we are untouchable.
