Head Game Crumbs

Illusion of help

Don’t you complain

Eat your moldy biscuit gratefully

Don’t talk to me

Saying I never gave you anything

Feeling proud of myself

Because I gave some help

Too late and too little but I gave

Now I can sleep at night

Know no matter what I’ll be alright

As for you good luck in the zoo,

By the fruit you’ll know

By their fruits all is shown

With the illusion of help

Scraps are something so shut your mouth

We’ll pray for you from a distance

Watch your fight over crumbs how can you even dream of resistance

Illusions rock you all to sleep

Beaten if you speak.

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