Il testo della Shell

The abundance of pores in this shell
Manifest as i draw experience
Only time will tell, if i've manufactured a spiritual cell
Filling each space with what i see

Experience molds my destiny
Life is the rezoning for the cause
My existence bids to nature's laws
My body a shell of human cells that contain me

Myself a kaleidoscope of thoughts that won't set me free
With each breath that i take i slowly fill the space which will be me
This feeling, it causes me to, while away the years and suck experience
Till my shell is filled and i die

Woven flesh tomb, encases my soul
Changes in seven year cycles
Still wandering, does my shell have a cause?
The end, a measure of my worth