Текст и слова песни Tragedy – With Empty Hands Extended
We 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
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
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