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 s***e 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 s***e 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.
Only time will tell.
If I've manufactured a spiritual cell Filling each s***e 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 s***e 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.