Shunned At A Funeral — Give Me Rest

I'm worn to the bone, down to the bone
Lungs collapse inside my chest.
Hands keep moving, heart keeps groaning.
No one taught me how to rest.
Work in the morning, straight through the night
Everyone just breeds demand.
I keep proving, keep producing, still
I'm empty when
I stand
I chase the day till daylight cracked.
Paid in breath for what
I lack
Built my worth on what
I do, still the silence cuts me through
If you still call the world out home