Stone cold soul
I did used to have one
It wasn?t very good
I lost my keys in a glass of wine
Had to much pudding and a cocaine line
You have too many it makes you tired
You become unfaithful not to be desired
Fuck it I?ll click upload and be worldwide woven inside your heads
Friends, friends can attach me
To computers with keyboards
Friends, friends a cyberlution
But there?s two ends on this sword
Can you picture loads of doors
Down into corridors
