CONTROL

In the game of life, lust, creed and gluttony
I must break through to find my own mark.
Never be replaced by the ones who know
Your eternal weaknesses and flaws.

Everyone's taking CONTROL of me
They believe they know what's best for me
I will fight until I'm on top of them all
My will, my fight, my story, I'm in CONTROL.

Your flashing lights, your confusing cameras
always out to flash my life in  against the wall.
Tabloid harbingers fleeing the words of truth
causing me to only fly forward.

Wasting the time of life on those who view
me as a source of love.
I know I must be strong and look out for me,
look out at the world and know I hold a place.

CONTROL is your rude hunger barking under my skin,
to get me vetoed of all that I'm doing.
CONTROL the very ideal that fails to establish my
downfalls and tribulations.

I wake up everyday knowing that I've faced
another part of lost conscious.
To escape the death of my life, I know
that I must only face myself and no one else.

Because I know that I'm in CONTROL!