Paid Enough

Paid Enough
Skin and bones is what I was adapted to
The forceful feast of hunger, it was never quenched
I understand now that such is my purpose
And such is the only way I will rest

Death dragged this depressing demise a dinner which will suffice
I don't get paid enough to care about where or why
This brand new life it's not alive, it wants me dead and it wants to die
It served it to me on a suffering tray.

The most delightful dish that anyone could have ever devised
I'm fighting every awful day to savour that final bite
When will this world award me that day?

Skin and bones, just skin and bones, I'm skin and bones, just starving bones
These bones they are aching and giving up slowly
I don't get paid enough to fight enough, to give it all I've got
That sweet dessert is what this world owes me