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
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
no
no
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
was never meant to...
m-m-maybe i was... never meant to
or maybe i was... never meant to
so left here, now on this precipice
sun-dried tendons slide away
into the cracks of desert sand
my skeletal smile begs for more
was never meant to...
or maybe i was... never meant to
or maybe i was... never meant to
(oh, here we go)
like a trestle, i'm underwater
like a trestle, i'm 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
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