Control The Flow

Dressed for fame. Let’s explode together.
I want to live beyond my dreams, yeah.
Up the volume of the creature climbing over us.
Cut in half by laser beams.

I can’t get no satisfaction,
And so I get it all the time, yeah.
But we’re all dust, so nothing really matters
and I’m too busy drawing lines.

We can do anything in time – try remembering.
Caught in the undertow – thoughts can control the flow.