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.
