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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