Worker & Parasite

Worker and parasite Frozen in anthracite half the day Sometimes I might Catch a trick of the light When it's beating back the shade But every time Is too far between to mention Should I spare mine? There's no struggle quite like Your fight for attention Forever new Wear your dichotomy Like a stranger's charm But there's no mystery Well, at least none to me When it spills into self-harm But I'm not done Though each self-preserving instinct Is screaming "run" There's no worthier graft Than the craft of rebuilding Took a lifetime to learn it And a half-minute to burn it down Magnets and their opposites Share half the blame Worker and parasite One and the same