Pivot Clowj - Mack & the Fisherman lyrics

Could I handle myself if others weren't around? Can I carry your weight if you held me down? And when I mess up will you remain the same? Abort the sinners, burn the crooks, and nothing will remain My purse is empty, mind is full And mercy's knocking down my door I crack my whip, I chain the slaves Even though they don't exist The clutter of the rubble, the burning of the trees And empty stone in sinking sand is causing our disease Excess jelly in our toes, excess steam floating low Excess power, excess guilt, excess mind control Because of me