Crumbs -

Fairweather friends, the Sun is shining bright

Gather ‘round for the Fall

Today we celebrate for this will be the day

We speak the truth and burn it all

(Yeah)

Boys cry to Mother

When the hologram shows feist

Mother appears in the form they choose

To feed them crumbs… feed them crumbs

The mistress lives in secrecy

The script she reads is memory

Her shadow is trained to heel

The actors in her dream will kneel

What you call reality…

It’s only flattery

You’ll never take her home

You’ll never get her alone

No, you’ll never get her alone

You will just feed on crumbs… feed on crumbs