atrophy
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torn muscles hang from the line
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sun-dried, now it's time for the feast
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and i wait in line with plate in hand
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but you've eaten all there is
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and my bones weep
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i was never meant to...or maybe i was...
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never meant to...or maybe i was...never meant to
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head raging and i'm so tired
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can't stand any more of this
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when the state of the living
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is as the state of the dead
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such disillusionment is the end
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painstaking - every move a labor
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gnarled and ravaged bones protrude
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and i want to smear the disease across my ribs
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in the name of the father . . . atrophy begins
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i was never meant to...or maybe i was...
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never meant to...or maybe i was...never meant to
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left here, now on this precipice
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sun-dried tendons slide away
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into the cracks of desert sand
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my skeletal smile begs for more
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i was never meant to...or maybe i was...
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never meant to...or maybe i was...never meant to
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but like a trestle underwater, like a trestle underwater,
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like a trestle underwater, like a trestle underwater, like a trestle underwater,
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i drown too・ i drown too・ i drown too・ i drown too・
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i drown too・
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Atrophy
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Autumn (Rock) |