Control Theory
Jason D. Morris
Track 11 on Poems for a Depressing Sun Storm
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Control Theory Lyrics
You’re never out of control, only in or under it
Remember with every path comes new obstacles
And these obstacles may try to trample over you
But never let them fully blanket your horizon.
We got all these self-centered, back stabbing, egotistical anomalies
That threaten every single speck of your existence…; No I’m not all right…
I got these palpitations that create panic and force me to vacate
This situation’s greater than anything I can try to placate
Erase fate. No need for such unreliable theologies
These grains of sand are corroding my own arteries
Double Dutch deepening the trench these twists have woven me
Crowd cheers are diluted my only fragment of artistry
Sunsets thrive on the continuation of the end note
Remember with every path comes new obstacles
And these obstacles may try to trample over you
But never let them fully blanket your horizon.
We got all these self-centered, back stabbing, egotistical anomalies
That threaten every single speck of your existence…; No I’m not all right…
I got these palpitations that create panic and force me to vacate
This situation’s greater than anything I can try to placate
Erase fate. No need for such unreliable theologies
These grains of sand are corroding my own arteries
Double Dutch deepening the trench these twists have woven me
Crowd cheers are diluted my only fragment of artistry
Sunsets thrive on the continuation of the end note
So why can’t I be the helot you all choose to misquote?
Check off the revival (HUH), no one ever truly gets to start fresh
We all gotta carry our own assortment of days past dead flesh…
And we got this, nerve to fully believe that we have given in to society
That such a mighty species can be destroyed from within by our god damn anxiety
What a pitiful display of coming to age, we’re doomed by our own constructions
No reduction can halt our own waterlines; everything has been shifted out of place
Now we twist and burn; looking for a savior
So under control that your kidneys are scrapping on the pavement
Take grasp of what little control you can still muster
And prove to yourself that everything will be alright…
Everything will be all fucking right...
Check off the revival (HUH), no one ever truly gets to start fresh
We all gotta carry our own assortment of days past dead flesh…
And we got this, nerve to fully believe that we have given in to society
That such a mighty species can be destroyed from within by our god damn anxiety
What a pitiful display of coming to age, we’re doomed by our own constructions
No reduction can halt our own waterlines; everything has been shifted out of place
Now we twist and burn; looking for a savior
So under control that your kidneys are scrapping on the pavement
Take grasp of what little control you can still muster
And prove to yourself that everything will be alright…
Everything will be all fucking right...
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- 3.Screen
- 4.Eyesore
- 9.Brimstone
- 10.The Flytrap III
- 11.Control Theory
- 13.Wine
- 14.Quiz
- 15.Soz
- 17.Dusthead
- 18.Eighty
- 19.Tumult
- 20.Love
- 21.Internet
- 24.Black Friday
- 26.Trust Issues
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