I Work For the Devil

Every day I plod away My soul slowly being eaten away Every day I make more than just hay And still my soul wants to run away I despair but I’m at my desk everyday I do as I am told Things that bother me remain unsaid It pays well and makes me wealthy But my conscience is eternally uneasy I should run away but I’m lazy All around me are sharks I am one I will not lie but I only eat those in my way In order to stay alive And exist for another day Worry not My colleagues would do the same For that it how we play I can Scheme But of late I feel I have lost my way My appetite for blood has gone I now feel soulless and I am full of dismay I wait patiently for those wanting my fall To have their day Is it true I have burnt out As my laughing colleagues say? It took a long time For me to see How living can cause misery for me And those I can’t even see As I pack up for the last I am glad I still can make a new start The other day a guy upstairs stepped off the roof It was such a gloomy day I ruined a few lives I made most rich I look for no sympathy I’m just saying that life’s a *****