The Crumbs Between Us

What's to say about shit? Nothing to say about it The more I lose my shit, the more I can use this shit To make my illusion good When I'm being used by him, I'm being used by a goat I go do it, I get to it I don't care how it look or how it feel to you, bro Sister? I don't know what to say to explain my actions From my reactions to fact or fiction My religion is no disc, kid Can't put it on a CD-Rom I won't read a story made before Vietnam Lennon on a song Try to sing along Lucy on my dong F*ck the world, I'm gone F*ck it man, wrong Still just creepin not really sleeping down to my imp kit What am I saying? I'm bulimic Give me a little time, we might see shit without the drugs And if we can't get them more, than that's all, that's the thugs Government trying to shut us down For having our religion spiritual, off the ground What are they thinking? Why are they ruining people's lives? What could they get out of their own disguise? What they could get from it is peace Learn the truth of life and be happy in the blissful lease What can I say to it, G? The world is born and corrupt and all about money People come second only to earn something imaginary F*ck, it really god damn disgusts me to see a beautiful planet turn into something so disgusting There's nothing I can say, and nothing I can do I'm just one person, how about you? Speaking how I feel from my soul stream of wheels Turning in my gears, burning all my ways When I don't think, the words come out instead So if I do this more, maybe I could learn to ignore my reactionary impulse to control the situation