Soul is such a worn thing
Nobody knows what it means to have a soul
Does souls live forever or have any expiration date?
Does everybody have a soul?
Does anybody feel their soul breathing through their chest?
Or is just a thing that lives and dies silently in your nose
Once I'd met this girls whose soul been stolen by a cat
She'd past a whole summer looking for it until she gave up
And decide it was worthless
Life wihout a soul it's like have live and never had go to India
Or like eating cereal wihout pouring milk in the bowl
I guess some might say that I'm wrong
And a soul it's a requirement for a fulfilling life
You need a soul in order to appreciate art  
Or to feel love
Or to cough, sneeze and ****
But I've been living without even been live inside
And so far it has work out for me