Deal With the Devil

Empty souls walking together Ugly on the inside Ugly on the outside An army marching to the same beat Tragedy is at its peak They're not who they used to be Dead minds Dead bodies Decaying corpses still on the move They’re nobodies Miserable creatures hiding in the dark Lost to the feeling of sorrow Waiting for something but there’s no tomorrow Not for these empty souls anyways Doomed to spend their lives in hiding Can’t change a thing, there’s no use in trying They sold their soul to the Devil If you listen closely you can hear them crying Once you make a deal with him, there’s no turning back He’ll chop you off into pieces and burn you like wax