Find me kicking with my back against the wall I am sick of holding this shit on own I cannot be faking it fast because if I like it enough then it is mine
I will not be told what I control With my gut in the wind as it gets up I be thinking that this is a war And I think I am right ´cause it is destruction, ugh
Perfect thoughts Perfect gut Perfect, it might not be perfect, but it is mine
What do I open my mouth to? Consumed by the masses I don´t know I don´t care that the water´s foreign If I like it enough, then it is mine
What choice do I really have? Confused by the things that consumed me What is the Consumerism Act?
Because if I like it enough, then it is mine ugh
Not my thoughts Not my home Not mine, if I like it enough, then it is mine, ugh
Not my thoughts Not my home Not mine, if I like it enough, then it is mine, ugh If I like it enough, then it is mine, ugh