[Lyric] The Grey Commute (Nation of Language)

[Verse 1]
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
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
Broken hands
Begging at the altar of the grey commute
Some of the weight
We can't carry it

[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Broken hands
Begging at the altar of the grey commutе
So much so, its untenable
Broken hands
Praying to see if thеre's someone to remove
Some of the weight
We can’t carry it

[Bridge]
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