Hours Eastly - Working Lyrics
Well I live, yes I live for a workingDo it 'til my bones they are hurtingWork 'til my world ceases turningYou know I'm so very tired from myWorkingYea I give and I give for my workingDo it 'til my flesh it is burningSlave to the grave from my birthingYou know, until I expire from my...Well the morning's for wakingAnd the back is for breakingDon't feed the illusionThere is no escapingYes the brow is for beading'til the sun is retreatingAnd there in the darknessThe ever present mare of myWorkingYea I live, yes I live for a workingDo it 'til my bones they are hurtingWork 'til my world ceases turningYou know I bleed, cry, perspire for myWorkingYea I give and I give for my workingDo it 'til my flesh it is burningSlave to the grave from my birthing'til I succumb to the ire for my...Well the skin is for thickeningAnd the muscles constrictingSuspend your elusionThere is no resistingWell the days are for passingAnd the sadness for maskingThe truth is unnervingI exist to persist in myPersist in my...I exist to persist in myWorkingYea I live, yes I live for a workingDo it 'til my bones they are hurtingWork 'til my world ceases turningYou know I'm so very tired from myWorkingYea I give and I give for my workingDo it 'til my flesh it is burningSlave to the grave from my birthingUntil I expire from my...I live yes I live for a workingDo it 'til my bones they are hurtingSlave to the grave from my birthingYou know I bleed, cry, perspire for my...I give and I give for my workingDo it 'til my flesh it is burningWork 'til my world ceases turning'til I succumb to the ire for my...Well the blood is for bleedingAnd the pain for receivingIt's there in the darknessThe ever present mare of my...
