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 Moulds My Destiny

Life Is The Reasoning For The Cause

My Existence Bids To Natures 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