Nourish

Oh, am I born to die Walking in circles, waiting to cry Oh, am I born to scream After so many days, the cold is less mean No dignity in life, no dignity in death Take away my kin, bash in my babies' heads No room to move my legs, so I stay down instead Until they slit my throat and package me in sheds Soon, my bones will become flutes Soon, I will be something to do Soon, my eyes will not gaze at the moon Soon, my flesh will nourish you Your greed leaves you starving Your greed leaves you starving Pray that pain will leave me soon Soon, my flesh will nourish you Oh, am I born to feed Rawness of skin, is it not a sin To feel excitement as I bleed Oh, am I born to die Fatten my thighs to nickel and dime Too heavy to walk, or to fly Soon, my bones will become flutes Soon, I will be something to do Soon, my eyes will not gaze at the moon Soon, my flesh will nourish you Your greed leaves you starving Your greed leaves you starving Pray that pain will leave me soon Soon, my flesh will nourish you