This Shell - The Gamits

I live inside this shell, this shell, this shell

A decomposing corpse is where I dwell

Inside the fire burns with no regrets

But to the outside world it’s smoldering at best

I’m stuck inside this shell, this shell, this shell

I tried to climb up top and down I fell

The lights are dim now the well is dry

Upstairs the cracks are showing I cannot deny

I am old

I am old

I am older than dirt

I am old

Slow the decaying down with alcohol

Pickle my brain so I can’t feel at all

My blood still boiling within my veins

Why does being human feel so inhumane

I am old

I am old

I am older than dirt

I am old