Under Control - Dave Kerzner

Like a needle extracting the source

A promise given taken by force

Your moving finger sculpting my mind

Led to believe and follow you blind

Seeds of deceit planted under the skin

A hidden chip designed to steal from within

Breaking my will so you can play with your toy

Distorted pleasure from the hope you destroy

I am under control

I am under control

I feel your hands on my soul

I am under control

Got a fever, sweating it out

Vultures waiting in the shadows of doubt

At any moment the tables will turn

For now I run while the bridges burn

I look for shelter from the storming skies

Avoid the watchers with their roving eyes

Escape the trance that held my feet to the ground

Break away to where I’ll never be found

I am under control

I am under control

I feel your hands on my soul

I am under control

All of this time in crime I played the quiet fool

For all that I am, it’s been impossibly cruel

All of what’s mine designed to make a better you

To make a better you

I am under control

I am under control

I feel your hands on my soul

I am under control