In control

I'm a fly on the wall a bug on the floor just a
worm in the ground
like a cry in the night that one one hears still no
one cares
I'll turn the key in the lock and open up the door
and I will reach out it won't come true if I
promise to

Pull the plug
to the heart that pumps my blood
can't turn back now
when did I lose my mind

A simple move and it's all over soon
I'll break the walls of captivity and set my soul
free
because life is a pack of lies
the same as the knife that cuts your throat when
you turn out the lights

How long
is the time it takes for death to call
how long
is there time enough to think at all

Heart of stone
that would stop the pain from going on
writing in the sand
would help me understand

Dig a hole and dig it deep
my bones in a pile laid to sleep
fill it up to the top
place no flowers there
in control
place no flowers there
so far below down in the dark
raise no stone no kind of mark
cry no tears over me
place no flowers there
in control
place no flowers there

Because life is a pack of lies
the same as the knife that cuts your
throat when you turn out the lights

How long
is the time it takes for death to call
how long
is there time enough to think at all
so I ask myself
how long
so I ask myself
how long.......................................