A heartless man's soul
Belongs to the devil.
He traded it for a cigar.
He now has no soul.
He does not see
He does not feel
He does not care
He does not fear
He goes around empty.
And laughs like a 'jig-saw'
Nothing sinks in him
'cause he has no him
He treats mum like her
And treats her like mum
Since he has no soul,
He does not know this
Shame has vanished
For there is no substance
He says everything
And he thinks nothing.
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