Working

Working
 Well I live, yes I live for a working
 Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
 Work 'til my world ceases turning
 You know I'm so very tired from my
 Working
 Yea I give and I give for my working
 Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
 Slave to the grave from my birthing
 You know, until I expire from my...
 Well the morning's for waking
 And the back is for breaking
 Don't feed the illusion
 There is no escaping
 Yes the brow is for beading
 'til the sun is retreating
 And there in the darkness
 The ever present mare of my
 Working
 Yea I live, yes I live for a working
 Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
 Work 'til my world ceases turning
 You know I bleed, cry, perspire for my
 Working
 Yea I give and I give for my working
 Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
 Slave to the grave from my birthing
 'til I succumb to the ire for my...
 Well the skin is for thickening
 And the muscles constricting
 Suspend your elusion
 There is no resisting
 Well the days are for passing
 And the sadness for masking
 The truth is unnerving
 I exist to persist in my
 Persist in my...
 I exist to persist in my
 Working
 Yea I live, yes I live for a working
 Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
 Work 'til my world ceases turning
 You know I'm so very tired from my
 Working
 Yea I give and I give for my working
 Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
 Slave to the grave from my birthing
 Until I expire from my...
 I live yes I live for a working
 Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
 Slave to the grave from my birthing
 You know I bleed, cry, perspire for my...
 I give and I give for my working
 Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
 Work 'til my world ceases turning
 'til I succumb to the ire for my...
 Well the blood is for bleeding
 And the pain for receiving
 It's there in the darkness
 The ever present mare of my...