The Big Move

My master is struggling his end is near I'm ripped from his body pulled free and clear My taxi is freezing and dark without life My new master is preparing to go under the knife What he will be like I need to know For through my flesh his blood will flow We both are dependent on each other to be I can't live without him nor he without me My new home is strange and I have a new face I don't recognize anyone and I feel out of place He floods me with poisons knowing I'm his screener I should have known the grass wouldn't be greener All change is not good but for me this too shall pass As a liver that lives in a house made of glass