I would buy a soul but no longer are there any for sale,
usable, fitting for me.
I would buy a soul ’cos everything else is just disposable accessories
and without it I cannot be decent anymore.
I know you believed me,
but you’ll never fully comprehend,
you can’t feel it for a minute
I’ll always be alone.
You see, my immortal part evaporated
and I ask karma for free will.
I cannot find the receipt
though I’d return my own (soul).
I’d exchange it for a functional one
so that my loneliness will disappear.
You see, I’ve long since given up dreams
but now reality hurts my eyes.
Maybe somewhere in me it’s still alive
it’s just too afraid to surface
’cos I’ve transformed into a man without a soul.