Identity Theft I see your luck's run out in every way. What would you give to eat a buttered roll? Does that tempt you enough to sell your soul? It does? In that case then, that's good I say, because there's a nice price for souls today. Just give it here, to me, for me to hold. No you've got no rights once the soul's been sold, but worry not ye of so little faith; I'll pay Some call this exploitation to abhor, but we both know that you're a happy whore. All your suffering, pain, and grief are mine, and also add whatever thoughts you've had, your dreams, and hopes, and please don't you be sad. Seems evil I know, but I know it's no crime.
