This is a song about "No soul"

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

It's apart of her goal

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Your soul has already been sold.

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

It's good, i'm about to steal your soul

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Within this siloloquy of a tortured soul.

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Your soul already gave up, it knows this a no show

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

He made me shudder no more, he forages happiness for my soul

Let's put it on cruise control

Just a lost child, now a lost soul