(damn These) Hungry Times

It's so formless



That's what's killing me



Remorseless, relentless



And it's endlessly this pressure



On pleasures hard to find



Its expression



Walks amongst these hungry times



Like the blues made flesh



And so it goes...



What of this can we keep



We're scratching out a living here



Where living is dear and life is cheap



So we pray to all of the gods who'll listen



Deliver me, consider me



Get rid of these hostilities at my shoes



How can it be true, I...



I'll toe the line



But damn these hungry times



Just a little would taste so fine



But damn these hungry times



I'm suspicious



If love don't leave no scars



Between its kisses



Its curses and its calm



You know it won't do



If love's enough to eat



Then we'd hunger



And on the licks of love we'd feast



'Til we're ghosts...



Of a memory...