Stark Words

The currency is blood And you owe eight pints Look in the mirror and say "It's not going well for me tonight" Clinging on to the edges of responsibility Everything written is everything said And everything said is just blunt force to the head That you're valued at work is life's great fallacy Stark words From dogs The time you put in Is not the worth you get back Pay day feels like a lifetime away And you can't hold your breath While you're under attack The role you play is the role you want You dress for success while you act like a cunt Nobody ever held you to account The money you make is building up While you give away your very soul It shouldn't be for sale for any amount Stark words From dogs We never really liked you It was all a trick Play dead For treats Play dead for the whole of your life