Control

Thinning airflow through a narrow hallway Hanging heads from the billboards, hoping to entertain I hear the circle resonate You're all nameless faces to me I'm merely a short daydream I helped you get through nothing

And if you look real close Hands held under the thorns Keep you proud of the unknown I'm your toy when things get shallow I'm under your control

Press your face to wood floor, you're the grain Here's a savior for when you don't feel anything I am what you want me to be Ripped right out in front of me Was on the edge of your everything Now something gets in the way Innocence sedates your memory The misbelief in anything I see you on every city street Looking for me to fix your pain

And if you look real close Hands held under the thorns Keep you proud of the unknown I'm your toy when things get shallow It swallows everyone You don't hold enough to show Anything for what you've done I'm your toy when things get shallow I'm under your control

(I've wished for this) Well, my attention comes and goes ever since And I (I've dreamt of this) Well, it is never clean behind the film we're staring at

And if you look real close Hands held under the thorns Keep you proud of the unknown I'm your toy when things get shallow It swallows everyone You don't hold enough to show Anything for what you've done I'm your toy when things get shallow I'm under your control I'm under your control