Shell

Just a shell until you decide to rebel Just a shell until you decide to rebel Just a shell until you decide to rebel Just a shell until you decide to rebel Just a shell, just a shell, just a shell until you decide to rebel Whether you're white or black your soul does not dwell Inside your shell until you decide to rebel Worldly worldy people people allow your innersides To intervene and circulate Open your eyes and open your ears Wouldn't it be great. So what am I doing? Am I really rebellin' or am I just dwelling In the sin In the sin In the sin? I've made up my mind I've seen the design of individualism And I don't want to be in it The me generation's a disease!