MOUTHFUL (WHIPPING BOY) Songtext
von Brotherkenzie

The purpose of god is that you′re not enough for yourself
If that's the case, I′m ripe for hell
What I mean is too much of me is most of the problem
The selflessness is lost, as you can tell

I feel disillusioned
I feel delusional
Am I a solution
Or just a mouthful?


The weeks turn into preservation of an unjust ego
There goes my idea of soul
I remember cancer as the worst of all disease but
The more you read, the more you know

I feel disillusioned
I feel delusional
Am I a solution
Or just a mouthful?

Sure, I'll be your whipping boy, education's priceless
And marriage never was my thing
Countdown starts when I pass out, put me on the nice list
And when I wake, I′ll be the same


I feel disillusioned
I feel delusional
Am I a solution
Or just a mouthful?