Lyrics
I've found a little space where i can hide, it's a place where no one knows
It's a place so many have seen, it's just a place few can go
When paranoia is all you feel, and nothing feels as real
As the wound it's given me
The blood upon the strings
This predetermined fate
That's turning into hate
Every thing I wanna be
There's no better offering
My life to generate
Before it gets too late
Been the creepy guy, been broken upstairs, Been at the bottom of a bottle and i don't care
Thieves get rich and saints get shot, God don't answer prayers a lot these days
Where paranoia is all you feel and nothing feels as real
As the wound it's given me
The blood upon the strings
This predetermined fate
That's turning into hate
Every thing I wanna be
There's no better offering
My life to generate
Before it gets too late
Gonna waste away, gonna waste away
Wanna fall in love? Wanna make some kid?
Wanna be with me? That's quite alright
If you wanna fight, lets step outside.
SUBJECT?
CONTROL!!
SUBJECT?
CONTROL!!
If i score some drugs, you wanna be with me?
You got problems girl, I got problems too
I need this fix, i don't need you
SUBJECT?
CONTROL!!
SUBJECT?
CONTROL!!