It’s good, it really is–but it needs something more
Cause they’re not quite buying it.
We want to see you put your heart into it
So you can just reach in and rip, if you don’t mind.
It’s just little dry
Can we get a confession in there?
Some deep dark secrets spilling out of you?
With all the juicy details dripping down your ribcage?
Cracked open, bare, and rare, just how they like it?
So dip your finger in the throbbing cavity
Make your mark on the stage, sign your soul on the page in deep red.
We just want to see you put your soul into it
Because souls sell these days
And if you won’t offer yours, I’m sure we’ll find another.