I've got an untethered heart and a ransacked mind
I can bury a body that no one can find
Time makes fools of us all, and conscience, cowards too
Remember me when you pray; it's the least you can do
Oh, are we not losing, are we not losing control?
And how would we know?
Retrieved from the wreckage, a vision of you
A tick of the clock is a turn of the screw
I can pack a bag quick, I can live on the run
So few attachments for an only son
Oh, are we not losing, are we not losing control?
All my life, feeling like a gun at the ready
A gun at the ready
Oh, are we not losing, are we not losing control?
Are we not losing, are we not losing control?
Are we not losing, are we not losing control?
And how would we know?
How would we know?
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I've got an untethered heart and a ransacked mind
I can bury a body that no one can find
Time makes fools of us all, and conscience, cowards too
Remember me when you pray; it's the least you can do
Oh, are we not losing, are we not losing control?
And how would we know?
Retrieved from the wreckage, a vision of you
A tick of the clock is a turn of the screw
I can pack a bag quick, I can live on the run
So few attachments for an only son
Oh, are we not losing, are we not losing control?
All my life, feeling like a gun at the ready
A gun at the ready
Oh, are we not losing, are we not losing control?
Are we not losing, are we not losing control?
Are we not losing, are we not losing control?
And how would we know?
How would we know?
I can bury a body that no one can find
Time makes fools of us all, and conscience, cowards too
Remember me when you pray; it's the least you can do
Oh, are we not losing, are we not losing control?
And how would we know?
Retrieved from the wreckage, a vision of you
A tick of the clock is a turn of the screw
I can pack a bag quick, I can live on the run
So few attachments for an only son
Oh, are we not losing, are we not losing control?
All my life, feeling like a gun at the ready
A gun at the ready
Oh, are we not losing, are we not losing control?
Are we not losing, are we not losing control?
Are we not losing, are we not losing control?
And how would we know?
How would we know?
Writer: Brent Fox
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid