Of Control
By: Murasaki
close your eyes, so tightly
imagine you, were elsewhere
don't despise, this game will end
soon enough, just like last time
when it's over, and you say you've
had enough, of disillusion
the game, will soon be
reality, no longer make believe
you are the pained
and i am your coddle
you swallow your pride
and i am inside the bottle
tonight, for tonight
you'll flush your sorrows
tonight, just tonight
you're giving into me
open up, let me come inside
this may hurt, to exist inside
with my talons, tearing through
silver knives, slicing slowly down,
by the time, you think that you've
had enough, you'll be lost within the weave
you are the pained
and i am your coddle
you swallow your pride
and i am inside the bottle
tonight, for tonight
you'll drink me down
tonight, just tonight
you're giving into me
let me go, you scream
lashing out at me
¿qués problemas, marrionette?
can't you break those strings?
and are you tied down to this
are you made to hold this
cause i don't control you, but i
know what makes you bend.
you are the pained
and i am your coddle
you swallow your pride
and i am inside bottle
tonight, for tonight
you've drowned in your sleep
tonight, just tonight
you've given into me