Letras:Gamits (The). Parts. This Shell.

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