The odd shadows
Of a dim neighborhood
Filled with broken windows
And stolen goods

I left my heart on the table
It was gone
But my wallet was still there
I had already emptied it

So i was forced to sell my soul
The devil didn't want it
And my God just ignored

I tried peddling it on the darkened streets
On every corner where they hustle
It wasn't worth much
And I was only asking for a nickel

Behind the shadows
Under the beckoning cloak
I see the the theives wandering
Around the world

They've taken everything from me
But left me my soul
I couldn't pawn its value
Or sell the *****

So i walk this timeline
With nothing else
But a worthless soul
That never sells