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