Control from Lombard by Sans Lorenzo

And I can only take so much
before I must expell the earth from...
And I've been getting away with it
But this room is my prison, smile

Cut my hands at the wrist,
And gouge my eyes from my skull
Choking on my bone
I release it all
Under my control

Disordered
Unordered,
Unending

I wish to move your body like molding clay,
And drive your car far away,
The choice to jump is mine,
And mine alone,
And in that I control

In this room, I am god
Outside, I have no control
In this room, I feel God
Starring right into my soul

Disordered,
Unordered,
Unending

I wish to move your body like molding clay,
And drive your car far away,
The choice to jump is mine,
And mine alone,
And in that I control
The choice to jump is mine,
And mine alone,
And in that I've lost control

The choice to jump is mine,
And mine alone,
And in that I control
The choice to jump is mine,
And mine alone,
But I've lost control

• Punk
• post-emo
• post-punk
• Lombard