Stuck

I was born inside this body, and I'm stuck there
I'm a storm inside a rotting false construction
For the rest of my life I have to decide what to do with it
And the less it survives, whatever's inside will fool it
And I'm constantly scared that we will never speak again

You are bored inside your body and you're going crazy
So if you ever find a way out, will you save me?
When I look at myself I can never tell who I am
We're all going to hell, if we're not already in it
And I'm constantly scared that we will never speak again

It's not all in your head but most of it is, best not to worry about it
When your workings all bled, left rusty stains on the carpet
I'll try to cover it up

If we abandoned our shells
Do you think anyone could tell
Who we were?
If we abandoned our shells
Do you think anyone could tell
Who we were?
If we abandoned our shells
Do you think anyone could tell
Who we were?