Back in that day it was such a thrill as we ride the train to the bottom of this hill
Met this guy he popped some pills
It makes me feel...
So far so good start to consume, caps and mushrooms
I don't think I want to leave this room.

It was night, satellite, I'm alright

Chorus:
Control is fucking gone (That's what's gone)

Split that, snap your wrist pop your back lay down flat, BREATH IN.
And let this take you away...
To a place laced in piles of your own spit. I'm so sick of it.
Man I've got to quit.
I CAN'T QUIT!

Bastard, why are you breaking me down, cover me up.
Bastard, why are you breaking me down, cover me up, COVER ME.

COVER

Control is fucking gone
(Thats what's gone)