We comprise the backbone
Of this leprous body,
Of this lifeless form
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.

Lyrics submitted by JASolomon

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