This is a song about "Soul glowing"

Your soul has already been sold.

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I got a slight obsession-of watch your face while ya moaning

To the point where you so pissed that you feel like you're fucking glowing

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

Until the reaper comes for your soul

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

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

I'm flowing, glowing, going enclosed in

They say your name for attention

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Its like selling the devil your soul