Control - Operators

I have a place in the world of destruction

I have these hands but nothing much to do

Another year, another year of elections

But turning off there was nothing there for you

And when my heart beats, I’m no victim

And when my voice breaks here its out of love

Can’t you tell by the way they carry

Evermore evermore it’s never enough

And when you’re gone

They don’t leave the document of what you’ve done

Lights come and gone

Under glass underneath some system

Under some sign that would tell us the way to go

When they come they come to correct you

Reasons for wrong, something you’ll never know

And when you’re gone, they don’t leave the document

Of what you’ve done

Lights come and gone

You can see it, You can read about it

I can stay or you can go

You can hear it, you can talk about it

But you’ll never know

Control

Sync a beat and come along the wire baby

Control

You think you have control

But you were lying to yourself

Lying to yourself

Lying to yourself