Letra da Música: With Empty Hands Extended - Tragedy/Totalitar

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.