Bones to Break - Employed To Serve

These bones were never meant to be old, lasting

They grow weak, weaker and weaker

Each year

Rest assured, this is not about you

I am withered with every year

I am withered with every winter

Each one gets colder

Season gets longer

I’ll graciously bow out of this endless cycle

We’re wasting away

Everyone feels it too

Everyone is the same

Everyone has the tendency to break

Everyone is the same

These bones, these bones were made to break

Everyone is the same

These bones were made to break

Bones to break