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An envision of atrophy, vacant daydreams There's nothing to see This will be the death of me I fall apart at the seams, so fragile it seems There's nothing to see I will be the death of me All my life dissected no direction Cut the wounds and swim through the infection Living life upon my back, I twist, I turn, I relapse Isochronic environment where quiet is violent The silence is deafening, can't hide it Too little, too late, Ashamed from the cradle to the grave Too much, too soon Sit back chokin' up on my silver spoon All my life dissected no direction Cut the wounds and swim through the infection Living life upon my back, I twist, I turn, I relapse Isochronic environment where quiet is violent The silence is deafening, can't hide it Too little, too late, Letras de cancionesAshamed from the cradle to the grave Too much, too soon Sit back chokin' up on my silver spoon No fucking end to this misery but the grave Still singing my Melancholy melody Down the barrel of a loaded gun Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on My violence From Letras Mania