CTRL

See the life that I was sold wasn't advertised
And deep within our souls were traumatised
Like, I'm standing in CTRL of a loaded Die
And I hope we get to see this paradise
See the life that I was sold wasn't advertised
And once you see the flaws they are so hard to hide
An illusion of CTRL we tried to hide. See the life that I was sold

It's like this TV's telling me that I need pedigree
Purchase it for discount this screen prescribes a remedy
Input from memory, numbers are engraved on me
Digits to distinguish and divide us split
We sit cracked then broke we quit
Paid for life decisions but that pay don't fit
But wait, there's a hope, so relax, let's pray
I've heard there's a place, let's go, be brave
I played for the distance sink with that
Conscious weaves and I'm back in the flat
Stirred from a scene with a rat-tat-tat
So I claw to return, but I can't get back
Well, they say "In to win"
When they soar they fly wing to wing
Nobody wants to be falling so they swim
That's why I know when I smoke the airs thin
And that chronic, like a tonic, what I feel
Dulling what I feel has such mass appeal
So I'll lie in these fields, come alive in these fields
I might die in these fields
Signal dropped out for a while, when it came back it... no smile
Turned upside down by the way that I know that I am no child
Grown up so long now that I wonder how and I wonder why
I didn't give up didn't even try
Cause I took real life like a set design
And I hear them thunderclaps, at the end of a baseball bat
And I tried to deflect or react but when those debt collectors collect
They come for your soul
So listen because you bought in to the system
No cash out, no! No resistance see it magnifies off the prism
And I know when it feels like tax
Because I know how it feels to be trapped
When you feel like you're lost and you can't get back
Because I've been weighed down; so low, so long
Doesn't really matter if you're grown no no
That's why I feel so cold-shouldered
So we aim to breathe out by the sea
But in truth, we need smoke to breathe
Never want to be the devil, levels are enabled, bets are of the table
Truth is in the fable, bigger baddies can be bodied end of level
All we really need to do is let it go
Try to show this but never tried to hold, now I chose to evolve
Down the river, by the road, with no rudder no control

See the life that I was sold wasn't advertised
And deep within our souls were traumatised
Like, I'm standing in CTRL of a loaded Die
And I hope we get to see this paradise
See the life that I was sold wasn't advertised
And once you see the flaws they are so hard to hide
An illusion of CTRL we tried to hide. See the life that I was sold

The stake, the balance. The snakes, the ladders
The stick the carrot. The kind, the callous
Divide the adders. The scrapes, the scratches
The cuts, the bruises. The cash, the credit
The paper plastic. The fake, the classic
The lake, the rapids. The vacant, vapid
The patient, placid. This beauty, beast
This trick or treat. Is this real life or repeats