A beautiful soul, buried inside a hole; What a way to go, to find a beautiful soul. It is our only hope, this beautiful soul; What chance do we have to save this soul that we own?
We keep it hidden away, waiting for a better day; A chance to show our face in a beautiful place. They need a sacrifice to let us change our lives, But we cannot lose our hope, because it can never be taken away.
They go hand in hand, the soul and the man; It is part of my being, so let me be who I can. I have a beautiful soul; I will not give it away. This is my only way of making things better And my only way to change my fate.
This is not my first rodeo; I just thought that you should know. I have heard this con before, so I will not sell you my soul. Inside a pit, without a redeemer; I stand alone. Under a cloud of doubt, your lies are not a saving rope. You are not the only way out And you are not the only way to save my beautiful soul.