Tragedy — With Empty Hands Extended lyrics

Lyrics

We comprise the backbone of this leprous body,
Of this life (less) from
Ambiguous and vaporous, it moves through us All Saturating all
With its 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