Soul Search

Gotta let it go

Alchemize your soul. My hearts open but it’s been foreclosed

So many times that I think it might decompose

In fact, go on and run it up the flagpole, Or throw it in a glass bowl

Cause I’ve been such an asshole. Searching for the same soul

I’m now the bastard son, just call me Jon Snow

Manufactured fun, I’m at the chateau

I’m at the chateau

I’m running restlessly, my mind is overseas

I’m tired of wondering, my bodies lumbering

A new discovery, I know there’s gotta be

Lord if you’re hearing me, come in and set me free

Gotta let it go

Exercise your soul. These are the trends you chose

These are the stimulants you love to dose

But those bonds last about as long as a thorn clipped rose

An undertow that strips you right from your clothes

But I’m still holding hope for a bad bitch

One that wants to pierce her nose in black panty hose

She’ll come to all my shows and dap up all my woes

My streetlight manifesto. No mental episode

I’m running restlessly, my mind is overseas

I’m tired of wondering, my bodies lumbering

A new discovery, I know there’s gotta be

Lord if you’re hearing me, come in and set me free