Not craving in a piece of stone, in silver, bronze or gold
My idols meet me at my work and they follow me back home
At my altar of profession, the skills I have acquired
The sacrifices growing in succession, and my worship is required
So I can finally sit and marvel at my slaughtered bulls and lambs
On a shattered slab of marble that somehow makes me
That makes me who I am
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verse 2
I?ve only known one way to face this curse, that?s to find my worth within my work
To make my sweat water this earth until they lay me back down in the dirt
They say a man is made of clay and he was made to rest each seventh day
For the sake of my own name I will make myself a home
So I can see you once I?ve paid my dues and the daily debts I own
And I can take my rest under a room and have you beg me, beg me not to go
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verse 3
So what then would I be if I stopped doing what I do?
And nobody could see the trouble I go through
To make something that?s worth the hardship I endured
To live under this curse and work to find it?s cure
There?s twenty-nine links around my legs and each one bares my name
I won?t be worried long if you could break, if you could break that chain
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