Control - Scanners, Carpenter Brut

When the sirens call

Will you have no control?

So your heart it aches

Cause you were born without brakes

You were born without brakes

You were raised for a fall

Can you hear me now?

And you have no control

There’s a golden age

Through the bars of your cage

Through a twist of fate

You became what you hate

Yeah you became what you hate

You gave into them all

Through a twist of fate

You will be sorry too late

So sweet so cold

You must follow

It takes control

Now I’m over you

Are you over me too?

Just a number now

Still I’m working it out

And I am working it out

I’m burning it up

But I’m over you

Are you over me too?

So sweet so cold

You must follow

It takes control