Atrophy 歌词

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