(Damn These) Hungry Times

It's so formless
 That's what's killing me
 Remorseless, relentless
 And it's endlessly this pressure
 On pleasures hard to find
 Its expression
 Walks amongst these hungry times
 Like the blues made flesh
 And so it goes...
 What of this can we keep
 We're scratching out a living here
 Where living is dear and life is cheap
 So we pray to all of the gods who'll listen
 Deliver me, consider me
 Get rid of these hostilities at my shoes
 How can it be true, I...
 I'll toe the line
 But damn these hungry times
 Just a little would taste so fine
 But damn these hungry times
 I'm suspicious
 If love don't leave no scars
 Between its kisses
 Its curses and its calm
 You know it won't do
 If love's enough to eat
 Then we'd hunger
 And on the licks of love we'd feast
 'Til we're ghosts...
 Of a memory...