A Taste For Survival
Like how a carrion crow feels
About its carry off road meals
There may be better food to find
But now you will find no better deals
And at the remains of the day
…But a skeleton skull
And a carrion crow
With its eyes on tomorrow
And a stomach that is full
Gotta taste for survival
…But a skeleton skull
And a taste for survival
I don’t like what you’re feeding me
It’s not what I ordered
And it leaves a bitter taste
But like the carrion crow and its bleeding meat
It wolfed it down; it hoarded
And I will not let mine go to waste
With my eyes on tomorrow
And my stomach near full
Gotta taste for survival
…But a skeleton skull
And a taste for survival
Provides everything I need
To see me to tomorrow
And a better way to feed
