no rest

there ain't no rest for the lonely,
no time to relax on the bed.
the happy won'y stop,
till' they rip you shred by shred.

there ain't no rest for the wicked,
there are always mouthes to feed.
though in the end we are all shadows,
of misery,loneliness , and greed.

there will never be rest for our kind,
we're always to fur from the light side.
though we might say fine words,
our spirit is covered with pride.