We Are the Empty Vessel Where Life Used to Grow Lyrics

by Ether Coven
Album: There Is Nothing Left for Me Here 
Where have all the music makers gone? Stifle life, stifle love, stifle passion

Feet burning, blistered just enough to do it all again.Life reduced to numbers on a check, productivity determines your net. The hammer is life, we are the nails this time.