This is a song about "Save your soul"

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

We save your asses you will find your guidance

Your soul has already been sold.

I say that the pool is closed

It's apart of her goal

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

There's a battle for control inside of your soul

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

Let's put it on cruise control

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Its like selling the devil your soul

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I see your soul threw the window pain

Jus stop a little bit and enjoy your latent soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole