Shell
Here it all goes
Six shots and a candle glows
For all the departed souls
Shattering the stained glass windows
I tried to kneel
I tried to feel
This closeness with the world
You swear can hear me
I tried to hold on to
The notion there's a heaven to get to
I tried to see the world outside it's shell
Don't you see
We are all living in hell
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