Soul Searching Vs.lift Kits: The Battle Of The Worthless Testo

This room revolves at 33 RPMs
And this broken record is all I've got
These crooked walls are all I have left to protect me
From the pain that waits outside
If I lost it all, would I even know?
How'd I get so low? Where did these 8 months go?
I rise and fall, and take arms against the past
Though it's never meant to last: I smile
I've been down, but I'm feeling better
It's been hell, but I'm feeling fine You've gone away, and I've never been so alright
I can't help but think that I'm losing my soul constantly
But that means I've got a soul to lose
I've got my friends, my books, my love, my life and this guitar
And that's all the soul I'll ever need
I'm tired of searching for my soul
So I quit, I'll make one on my own