Lost soul On a mission, Tread the streets, In complete submission. Searching for gold, To feed my habit. Eyes that state, A headlight trapped rabbit, Nowhere to run, Life is no longer fun. Things I wish I hadn't done. What is there to do? Carry on is all.
Lost Souls
Lost Souls
Lost Souls
Lost soul On a mission, Tread the streets, In complete submission. Searching for gold, To feed my habit. Eyes that state, A headlight trapped rabbit, Nowhere to run, Life is no longer fun. Things I wish I hadn't done. What is there to do? Carry on is all.