Control Songtext

When will I wake up from this coma of hopelessness and believe for just one second there's an end to all of this mess. I close my eyes each night only to act as a shield to all of this corruption and an end to what we built. I can sit in this desolate room for countless days, re-writing on this paper what your saints have in their prayers. Chaos and disorder are the patterns to how we think. Those with heart and dignity are ruled out as the weak.

They control your head
and the path you tread.
They control your head
until you're fucking dead.

They control your head
and the path you tread.
they control your head.