The Grey Commute lyrics

I was in love That was enough I swear to God I'm coming apart Cut up Eyeing the mask Singing at last Consume and collapse It’s violence Violence Broken hands Begging at the altar of the grey commute Some of the weight We can’t carry it Hand on the wall Reading it wrong I look around but They covered us Covered, cut up Promising the world if we only bear the cost, yeah Picking out the change from your purse and your pockets Broken hands Begging at the altar of the grey commute So much so, its untenable Broken hands Praying to see if there’s someone to remove Some of the weight We can’t carry it And there’s a foot on your throat That you’re fighting to undermine There’s gonna come a time They’ll get what they’re owed It’s a crime