Oppignoration of Souls

The cosmic pawn store, a place that God themselves adore Inside its barred doors, a host of demons wait to feed on your Desperation Abdication Oh, a separation Parting you from your soul Hell of a time to be alive With no self contained inside Hell of a time to try and get by Laughter raining down from the sky Except there is no one to do the laughing It’s all smoke When you look at it The mirror, it chokes And drowns in its own reflection