Oh, Brave New World - Gnarwolves

Every single story told is a weapon of war

I will patronize with hope, scratch slogans on your walls

We could bargain for more, or watch standards surely fall

It’s a criminal defeat, we’re always bruised but never sore

We never sore

So always know

I got control

I got control of my little life

I’m comfortable

I got control

I got control of my little life

I’m comfortable

It’s a bitter pill to the taste, that I swallowed by mistake,

An assumed ignorance won’t be an excuse I’ll ever make

So I’m spinning towards the shore, every time you borrow wars

Trying hard to see the part of death you’re celebrating

Cause I got control, I got control of my little life

I’m comfortable, I own the world

I’ve got the right to sneer at men I’ll never know

I own the world and I got control