Where is the real soul?

Its been so long

The dead is strong

Now you call me baby out of the blue like nothing about it is wrong

I dont want to reply

why after a hundred years i cross your mind?

Though I never call on my own

because the phone line was dead you know

Its a life mystery that always grow

The answer still not for us to know

Its not in my control

Where is the real soul?

The inner voice asks like a talk on the radio

The scent of death is strong

There are bodies of rats locked in the walls

Reality has become so bleak and dreary

How can we let evil things just be?

How can we let men start wars

Why is it ok to make such heartache?

Why do we stumble on these dark ways?

Why cant he be with me when he says he misses me?

I refuse to be a part of the flock of sheep

When I can be a butterfly dreaming of peace

oh sweet mysterious stranger let me be

time has gone on

I live with body tingles and silver streak

Sop acting like nothing is wrong

The dead is strong.

All is unknown

Out of control

The inner voice asks like a dj on the radio

Where is the real soul?