Dying Hurts Lyrics

Sophistry
It's just a side effect of industry
And I don't need these chains around me
Everything grows
As spring grows into something old
So morose, yet so hard to let go

Constricting
Air grows in weight while taking aim
It's hard to breathe easy with these snakes around me
Appetites grow, enjoying the sound as we implode
And grow comatose
Still so hard to let go

Never forget
It's already too late to start again
Never forget!
It's already too late