My Soul, Oh My
my soul, oh my
it's a sweeping, sealing cry
a supernova quasar lighted bright
and how do you
speak and cry and smile
teach my soul
you you you you you
can try
my my my device, i use thrice
into to to to the new world i sail
on rails
can't fail
so frail
dont be shy
they've told me so many times
why why why why
can't i be shy
just sit back
and enjoy the vibe
my style
but must be wild
to prove my guile
have you ever wanted to play some music
but didn't know the first thing to do?
well that's me right now
right here
and i'm sittin' here playin' a song
well i guess one young boy wasn't enough
for the tearstained ritual
that you carried out in your momma's basement
yeah i guess one young boy wasn't enough
for your lanky toothed grin to shred
what the hell even is a soul?
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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