iii) Control

[Verse:] Driving upstate on the useless stairs of being all in control Turning my back upon my gas with myself i fight the road Yes going down this road bitter cold with grey lights close me down Spending my days with the dues i take as long as i God i need some control Yes i need some control I need some control Going slow Moving slow Way back down in the rainy town where i see that something is wrong Going the road with desperate no when it's there for far too long Now rocking the shook no shields to her clothes when her waist go around She goes down and spins around for reason God i need some control Yes i need some control I need some control Going slow Moving slow There’s a place where the famous trace i was even there at all Twisting around to fix my spine in a cloud i can’t recall I’ve been stuck in the bed feeling every well of nerves of brought you down Finding a way of the thoughts i’ve made is cloud enough