Lyrics
These hands are running on empty
Lungs are filling with earth
Another wound from a battle
Another lesson in self-worth
We carve our own paths
And reap our own soil
We're dying machines
We're burning through oil
Well, I will drift and wonder
Where I'm supposed to be
Carelessness will be my guide
and self-control beyond my reach
Cause that's the way I must be
These hands are running on empty
Lungs are filling with earth
(Maybe I'm not alone)
(These hands are running on empty
Lungs are filling with earth)
Hold this under your tongue
Afraid of everyone
This is the end of the end in repose
WRITERS
Alex Steele
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