Tekster: The Vincent Black Shadow. Control.

This time the glove is latex
This time the suit is white
New life has found a place
It's laid eggs in someone's eye

Would I still want control?
Even when you don't?

Your skin's a lot like plastic
Some kind of bad disguise
Transfusing blood for paper

So sweet, you're drawing flies

I want control

Even when you don't
Would I still want control? (3x)

Even when.
Even when you
Even when you
Even when
you don't?
Control, control, control

(Thanks to megs for these lyrics)