Control

This is my third attempt, not too long 'til I reach ten.
My fucked idea of success just wait, until you see then.
You've seen your flaws now I've got mine, back in here by your design
I've seen this chair so many times, it reads me between the lines.

(Clear, cut, control)
Not the ones left in the back, but the ones who's keeping track, control.
Who's in?
(Clear, cut, control)
Not the ones left in the back, but the ones who's fuckin' keeping track, control.
Who's in?
(Clear, cut, control)

Red pain, all I know.
One more stitch to dim the glow,
Free thoughts start to creep,
Make them count and make them deep.
And when the days they start to spin
I'll do as I can to keep me in but,
Gambling's my favourite sin so fuck it,
Let the games begin.

(Clear, cut, control)
Not the ones left in the back, but the ones who's keeping track, control.
Who's in?
(Clear, cut, control)
Not the ones who's in the back, but the ones who's fuckin' keeping track, this.
Who's in?
(Clear, cut, control)

Say who, say what, say when I don't know where I've fuckin' been.
Stepped forward, stepped back,
What did you see in the, pitch black?
I don't know why, I don't know when,
I know you'll be there when we're in the end,
I know why, I know when,
You'll leave me there fuckin' drowning.