Eggshell Songtext / Lyric

I live in an eggshell
Sometimes, if I?m careful, I can make a pinpoint
through the shell
And see the light.
I'm too big to fit through the hole, though,
And that's my tough luck. Inside my eggshell I am secure,
as long as I am careful not to move.
But I have no control over what happens from the outside.
I huddle there and worry that something I can not see
will bump into me And when it does!
You wouldn't believe what happens in an eggshell then!
I get scrambled.
My brains run like bean soup into my veins, bursting them.
And my blood spatters up against the wall
worst of all.
A little bit of me seeps through cracks
and trickles away forever.

People who live in eggshells have only one alternative:
They can get hard boiled.