I’m a stucked volcano
my fid has no more power
my muscle is running out of strength
it seems like I’ll erupt in no time

my soul finally casted, completely
by the most fascinating soul caster
feels like 120 m/s wind blown my presence out
nothing left behind

I try to resist
try to stay concious
but all I see is just fuzzy reality
I can’t even see that lecturer waving his hand out of my eyes
I feel my body start to fade

it can’t be….
someone get my soul off
if it taken, we’ll take it back
if it stolen, we’ll take it back
if it borrowed, we’ll take it back
as before

but….., I’ll never get my former soul back
it has been completely resolved
it wasn’t taken
it wasn’t stolen
it wasn’t borrowed
it was eaten

you girl…
you are soul caster…
you girl…
you are soul eater…

by the end of time

some one suffer the pain of everyone

but they never care of what they’ve done

as if they never see gun

all people try to prosper their self

all people but me

the one had me to do something

as if I’m the chosen one

if I have all they do

I’ll get this much better

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