Nothing Without It

Those eyes can see whatever they want On the top side or down inside No matter how far Their side won Their side won Like a slingshot to a cannon, it goes on What are you gonna do but sit around and bathe in the waste And call it clean? Their side won Their side won Rejected, no time, that wound won't heal And before you recover, just add another You feel the itch Their side won Their side won Right there and here, always Telling me what it is and what everything else is I'm right there in it, I'm one Their side won Their side won Are we prosthetic gods? Or just frail and helpless? Nothing without it Nothing without it