When we were young Hymns were sung but never sold Never sold You flung your hands In His plans, theyre getting cold Getting cold If youre fearful Finger them out If youre vengeful Scream when they shout If youre wealthy Blessed is your name If youre wicked Live with no shame Youve got no soul Youve got no soul The debt parents paid Prophets pray for little kids Little kids Faced with their fate The Makers bait swallows them in Swallows them If youre fearful Finger them out If youre vengeful Scream when they shout If youre wealthy Blessed is your name If youre wicked Live with no shame Youve got no soul Youve got no soul One chance to toss sh** when youve lost, see where it lands Your faith in him Struck on a whim for all your fans Youve got no soul Youve got no soul Soul