Something, or nothing
has stolen your soul
you know the truth
but you haven't told
at least the devil
thought to suggest
you might be worth something
fingered your flesh
cause it's nice to feel
your worth someone's time
cause what really counts
is what is inside

To tell the truth
thought there'd be more
the ache of the exile
the scorn of the whore
you're already evil
you've done nothing wrong
dance to the tune
but you didn't write the song