Texty: Dirty Americans. Strange Generation. Control.

Take a look into my blood shot eyes
A starry haze you can?t escape
You can blame me you can fanaticize
But the motion makes you hesitate

Oh, I?m on a slow down sugar
Wide eyed I?m your savior
Your dream will cross you like you can?t believe
I should have told you it?s a lie
No ones gonna ever catch me
I?ll string you up and suck you dry

Oh, I?m on a slow down sugar
Wide eyed I?m your savior

I will control you all of the time
Your breathing, emotion the day and night
Control you
Control you

I?ll take you on a trip so far from here
I?ll drown you in the dark of night
In the headlight baby you?re a deer
No ticket bound for paradise

Oh, I?m on a slow down sugar
Wide eyed I?m your savior

Oh, I?m on a slow down sugar
Wide eyed I?m your savior

Now I control you all the time
Your breathing, emotion the day and night
Control you
Your breathing, emotion the day and night
Control you