Texty:
Complete Control Image

say they're scared to indivdualize their minds in these new ways few people with many faces you just cant trust well they'll try, and try again they wont beat us [Chorus] your image

to shut us up and rest assure an obviously panicked media machine is testing the will of a country so unsure mission complete we lost control suddenly

a hole, enslaved by emptiness Fist clenched tight, though I'm not alone They're always here, controlling my thoughts Every sense, every sound, every image

been distorted and mocked, Thrown around in the spectacle, the grand social circus. * Up against the rows of grey robots who control our lives The

bogey Yo when times get trifle, I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle Other retreat to bibles, living holy But currency seem to control

annihilation "Imagine" Imagine there's no heaven, It's easy if you try, No hell below us, Above us only sky, Imagine all the people living for today... Imagine

' for you White witch, white witch Taking your souls White witch, white witch Taking control Aah aah aah Yeah yeah Taking my soul Taking control She's taking control

and, being a drummer himself, he started to imagine in his mind a snare drum pattern that followed that beat. He was not completely awaken and the snare beats he was imaging

didn't fit in to my father's plans. And as I grew older the constant comparison between my brother and myself left little doubt who was the image of