Slave To the Job

Vampires suck, they drain my life it feels like that in this god damn place A pound of flesh I'm sure they'll take but even then they won't be full not satisfied until I'm worn and I'm weary they chip chip chip away then I'm nothing but a shell I wish I could enjoy this time on the short path to the inevitable A pension not too far off for some years of frailty but what's the point shall I give up now to stop the pain of being a zombie I'll carry on because I'm programmed to but the vultures, the leeches and parasites continue to bleed me for my life