In Control

I said I'd shoulder the loan
But I keep coming up empty
Truth be told
I should've known you'd never come clear

I control
Time is coming to beat the last civilization
Fuck my soul
Going halfway to hell, heading straight back home

Oh yea!

I should've told you the truth
That I was feeling it heavy
Bite your lip
You should've known I was nothing to fear

I've been sold
Playing out all your scenes, falling in complications
Timid stoned
Breathing into your wine, pushing out my smoke

Oh yea!

Take your top off and pour your mind
Racing rivers running, ravening
Always loosening into the sun

But what's that crease coming across from none?
Bending light onto your border
Erasing seams and marking none

Catching up, I begin
Turning off the receiver
Stay un-sold
Preying off of the weak, seeing steady and full

I control
Time is coming to beat the last civilization
Fuck my soul
Heading halfway to hell, heading straight back home



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Pilkey
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