Not In Control
Could you make it any harder, my dear?
The coat you have for the winter is far too thin
Did you catch and kill with your bare hands?
Did you thread the needle through the sand?
Did you craft the blade to make a knife?
Did you kiss and tell your wife?
Could you make it any clearer, my love?
The one you chose she chose you back for blood
The times we're in we gather and hunt
We do it all the while on the run
And the TV's on, we watch in spite
It's a Hunger Games delight
And if time could tell the important things
Like how long left till the silver spring
Breaks the bank and floods the room
There's a fire in here and we all lose
And if the blood was thicker would it run cold
By the time the water hit my soul
And the light would filter through and scold
'Cause the rooms on fire and we're not in control
Could they make it any easier to pray?
Mother nature's working with the CIA
And it's all corrupt my knees are in the dirt
My hands are clasped and I want it to work
Can you hear me, God? I need to know
God damn I need to know
And if the time could tell the important things
Like how long left till the silver spring
Breaks the bank and floods the room
There's a fire in here and we all lose
And if the blood was thicker would it run cold
By the time the water hit my soul
And the light would filter through and scold
'Cause the rooms on fire and we're not in control
We're not in control
We're not in control
We're not in control
We're not in control
We're not in control
The coat you have for the winter is far too thin
Did you catch and kill with your bare hands?
Did you thread the needle through the sand?
Did you craft the blade to make a knife?
Did you kiss and tell your wife?
Could you make it any clearer, my love?
The one you chose she chose you back for blood
The times we're in we gather and hunt
We do it all the while on the run
And the TV's on, we watch in spite
It's a Hunger Games delight
And if time could tell the important things
Like how long left till the silver spring
Breaks the bank and floods the room
There's a fire in here and we all lose
And if the blood was thicker would it run cold
By the time the water hit my soul
And the light would filter through and scold
'Cause the rooms on fire and we're not in control
Could they make it any easier to pray?
Mother nature's working with the CIA
And it's all corrupt my knees are in the dirt
My hands are clasped and I want it to work
Can you hear me, God? I need to know
God damn I need to know
And if the time could tell the important things
Like how long left till the silver spring
Breaks the bank and floods the room
There's a fire in here and we all lose
And if the blood was thicker would it run cold
By the time the water hit my soul
And the light would filter through and scold
'Cause the rooms on fire and we're not in control
We're not in control
We're not in control
We're not in control
We're not in control
We're not in control
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Writer(s): Victoria Forsyth
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