The morning drags, I sweat and pant
My legs are heavy, machines still chant
My skin is scarred, the fabric resist
The pressure burns inside my wrists

My joints wear down
My tendons strain
Every pull is nothing but pain!

I am bound to repeat, the same each day
The weight I carry won’t fade away.

Through the hours, through the strain,
my broken hands still remain.

The fatigue grows, I count each minute
The leather pulls back, the fabric resist
Hour by hour, the motions stay
and all that’s left — these hands decay.

My joints wear down
My tendons strain
Every pull is nothing but pain!

I am bound to repeat, the same each day
The weight I carry won’t fade away.

Through the hours, through the strain,
my broken hands still remain.

No mercy here,
No rest, no thanks,
just skin and bones that slowly cracks.
These hands keep working, though they are torn,
This body breaks, but still is worn.

I am bound to repeat, the same each day
The weight I carry won’t fade away.

Through the hours, through the strain,
my broken hands still remain.

And still the hours crawl,
I count them one by one.
The work consumes it all,
but still my hands go on.