It's Mine

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