The soul of the world is reaching
Despite the body's ancient lore
Just eighteen years old
Remember those days
When you were still cutting yourself
Sex and shame and alcohol
And yet bursting with potential
What did it mean to have a soul
Let alone entertain its secret source
The sense that something wants to destroy you
And you'll have to fight for your life
Because it could be you yourself
Having lost it poor soul
Who has come to save the world
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