Note: If you are trying to sing along, there is no rests in the word flow.

Kuja's Theme
Internal Conflict

Running here,
Running there,
Going here,
Going there.
I do not know where I'm heading but this is my life.

Is this really my life?
Is this really my life?

Life?

Is this really my life?
Is this really my life?
Is this really my life?
Is this really my life?

Since when did I have a life to go on with?
Since when did I have a life to live free all on my own?

And if I did
I'd feel like I'm flying.
I'd feel like I'm soaring.
But I keep on crashing.

If this is my punishment
For what I've done,
I don't like it,
Don't want it,
Don't need it,
Don't like it..

Weapons and horror and monsters and bleeding...
Is this really what I'm made for?
Is this really my plan?

To win all.
To rule all.
To kill all.
To win all.
To rule all.
To kill all.
To kill all.

Internal conflict is killing me.
Ripping apart my mind in tiny shreds.
Please tell me
Will it ever stop?

Please stop it...
Please stop it...
Please stop it...
Please stop it...
Please stop it...
Please stop it...
Please stop it...

Destroy it...
Destroy it...
Destroy it...
Destroy it...
Destroy it...
Destroy it...
Destroy it...
Destroy it...

Internal argument,
Eternal argument.
I do not know what it's saying but could it be right?

Wrong...