where s my soul i wanna behold it for i never sold it is it in between my eyes where my skull is or is it somewhere dormant forged somewhere beyond the senses for if we never learned to see it then our mind will never sense it but still i ponder its inner workings head off to church and ask god where my soul is lurkin and if responsive he d probably say the body s just a cockpit and we re all goin down like drunks when they re nauseous but do fixes of substances help us find ourselves act as maps of our conscious es or to the honest is this just an excuse to get high above the lows that we re used to instead of choosing death and i m not afraid of that cause it s all natural like birth but i wonder what was before this debacle before the womb where did kai loom and whom decided who or what body i d bring to the tomb assume we were aloof before life just souls chillin then wanted to get high feelin so we took some shit 28 grams of it then started trippin and this is what the damn trip is a drug induced illusion of movement and we ll wake up soon when death strikes like it s bowlin down the alley and the pins are losin so who s in charge of your mirage what facade do you decide to adopt upon you leaving your garage cause all of us where masks and costumes to try to be apart of some clique or creed that we believe we belong to but so long to it all and it s long overdue i threw my mask away like i do when october s through is your soul so gross that it repulse you donned a mask so the damn world can t assault you some say it s 21 grams but i ll say it s 28 cause souls are bought and sold like coke of the same weight i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked angel headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night who were expelled from the academies for crazy and publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull who coward in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the terror through the wall as i sit and ponder livin death smokin cigarettes i wonder if my shit s hot like a summer trip but i m done with it expectations can suck dick that s some punk shit if i cared than my art couldn t function people care too much giving two fucks about thumb suckers opinions when they matter none we are who we are victims of fates hands you re trippin bout race when all our souls are 28 grams love can never do what hate can so hey cool kid hate society and not the man that it made foolish that it made ghoulish we re products of a system but i taught you to resist em so reject your papa s wisdom cause this a new age like your birthday at midnight where knives are at fist fights and truth s insight lacks from most windpipes but we sit tight while women get exploited for the point of sellin shit for coins and dollars and all this honest is darkness that s upon us rights gone cause we fear some terrorists might bomb us well that s fear mongerin used by the news to make us feel scared of somethin when we re 10 years removed cause if it s comin from the people we love then all the sudden their motherfuckin opinion is ours like actors plaster their views when broadcastin then followed by the masses their vote is what we re all castin but the fact is most are selfish asses passive won t give a coin to the dude crashin where the trash is but for fashion they ll spend a grand on some damn shoes sayin the homeless will waste it well shit look at you and shit s true so who will look past their pupils and cataracts and change shit like a laxative after this become the proactive activist with the innate chance that you could die fightin for your 28 grams