I have no times for this...
Bleed out, I'll scratch you from my list
You're not much worth to me
You're just an urgency
Another victim of my inhumane ferocity
No time to pick up the pieces
No time to fill all the bags
Just gonna leave you scattered
Across the area
I have to reach my quota
My duties of the day
Work long into the night
The lonely hours tick away
An honest day of work
Fills me with joyful glee
Hopeful, my heartfelt wish
For tomorrow's list