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 'Cause 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