Texty:
Control Denied Breaking The Broken

is hard to tell In beauty the evil is waiting for possession Deep inside reflections just a glimpse away Your faithful servents, they bow to you Together they're breaking the broken

is hard to tell In beauty the evil is waiting for possession Deep inside reflections just a glimpse away Your faithful servents, they bow to you Together they're breaking the broken

and then I feed Can't deny my blood lust need A son of a bitch, third generation Schooled in the art of human strangulation Only one thing will control

better way, better way, yeah I'ma baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller I, 10 hauler, not a leader not follower Break

It's just decent to wait a while before you go and make a fool of me Break through with a crescent smile, got to plan ahead for broken teeth It's too

control C-R-U-I-S-E control C-R-U-I-S-E control C-R-U-I-S-E control C-R-U-I-S-E control Can't nobody, can't nobody tell me nothin' When he comes into

dream. And now a brighter future has come, another end remains undone and an era begins, Oh, it's a token, the circle is broken. bringing life free from

be an evil pilgrimage Something had happened beyond her control A moment of madness unfettered a soul That would relish a freedom denied once before

surrender it's yourself you're fighting for Broken and wounded in the grip of agony Stand up - and make a change or is this what you wanna be Break