The frame of the man holds the shell that he used to survive in
Thrown to the side it will be there for someone to confide in
His eyes finally open and he thinks he hears his heartbeat
A hundred miles is far to go if you travel by feet
And it seems to be know
If you travel one direction you might not find your way home
Living in the shell, it's the only thing hes ever know
Limbs like water in the face of the unknown
He dreams of wisdom he forgets the fear
The shell hes living in has disappeared
And you run away
Describing
Your future destination as the place you stay
Lies built up around you
Searching for the ones who found you
Watching the world pass by you
Evil thoughts
They've gone astray
Evil thoughts
Thats how they prey
The man in the shade has a key to the shell he was locked in
Dragged by the wasteful decay there was know no to stop him
His ears to the sky he would swear he hears his heart beat
A hundred million miles to go just to feel the suns heat
And it seems to be known
In a life without correction you might find yourself alone
Living in the shell it's the only place you'll ever know
Winters weather turns the rain into snow
He dreams of darkness embraces fear
The shell he lived in has reappeared
And you run away
Describing
Your future destination as the place you stay
Pressure built around you
Released on the ones who you confide to
I can't simply say that I do not believe your words
The frame of the man holds the shell that he used to survive in
credits
from The Shell,
released September 20, 2017
Music and Lyrics by Michael Morgan
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