Beat my bloody fist to a pulp
then i'll switch hands
gotta prove that i'm a worthy man
privileged to be in god's domain
a monumental task
so listen obey and better never ask
Good at making the call
bent over backwards
good at breaking the fall - repair me
i mourn your blighted life
bent over backwards
but on this we'll agree
we hate people that we don't like
Control, control - control issues
Force fed until i hurt, regurgitate
indulgence is my mate
honest righteousness, public to be damned
throw in the towel and give the king a hand
can't control my choice
a waver in the voice
gotta cut the ties that bind
Can't get grounded