What Is Left of This Soul

When all is lost and never to be found, My soul was taken without a mudder or sound I never thought in my years, i would see something so cold I attemped to take part, and stick to my role Everything has now changed, nothing will ever be the same Yelling at the voices, telling me i'm to blame Maybe they are wrong, or once again they are right With a plan full of sin, i disappear in the night How did i change, into this person of discrase I never wanted to win, just wanted to finish the race.