Tragedy - With Empty Hands Extended lyrics

rate me

e comprise the backbone of this leprous body,

Of this life(less) from

Ambiguous and vaporous, it moves through us

All Saturating all

With it's foul odor of stale blood and sweat

From our tired hands that took out your garbage and swept your floors,

Filled your orders and delivered them to your fucking doors

We carry the weight

We suffer the load