Workhorse Lyrics
In the morning when the cold hurts most, starvation the cancer within it's host
This is frightening and this is profane; the way that we ease into age
We only need this bread to let us know that hunger lies unaligned with being alone
This is frightening.x3
It's so cold
Age secures us our space in the storm where we will weather worn like a well worked whore
Time will take us by our tender wounds and scab us hard and leave us blue
White light, white light, white light
This can't be right
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One life?
Despite who knew that I didn't want to be with you
I don't want to die alone...
