Control

Can this be
That I see
The miscreation of my own destruction
The aberrations of old gods
Made by human hands
Stories told of jewels and gold
Of wars fought and glories bold
The emptiness of this world
A void I cannot fill

Held too tightly they drain
Waning color and taste
Now every loss is a stain
All ideas I seek fade
The paint is washed out and grey
Were they not born to remain

Is earthly prize
A secret vice
With blinding treasure comes infinite price
Adoring the excess of this world
Preserving what I cannot keep

Impermanent I
Invert demands
Extract from dirt what cannot stand
The constant striving of this state
Building empires of wind

Clutched too tightly they break
Every crack is a snake
They tell me to grip it again
These pedestals produce a throne
Reserved for someone I don't know
Now exile is my only home

There's nothing wrong
I'm in control
There's nothing wrong
I'm in control
I have sought after pleasure at the cost of my soul
Thinking that my thoughts would stay in control
Now I'm praying for grace that I once denied
Because my actions cannot be justified in my pride
So let grace abide
I rejoice at the loss of the reflections I knew
And I pray that someday my soul will be with you
Because I feel that I am drowning in the well of my own divinity
With only my shadow to walk beside me
There is something wrong
I'm in control

There's nothing wrong
I'm in control
There's nothing wrong
I'm in control
There's something wrong
I'm in control
There's something wrong
I'm in control
Of me