Testo Force Control The Due Backs
Creator, bestill my mind; forcing focus from aboveThe only thing that I control is
The process of an undermining love
(Chours)
Blindly wandering I will fall into the sea
Rub your mud arcoss my eyes
Turn the volume up for I speak silently
Inscribing truth upon my mind
Creator, I still can't find reason not for this to end
But I am human and only 5 sense strong
It's not for me to comprehend
