Sculptor - No Control
You think you have control, but you are a machine
Outlined and manipulated to make a bad thing
Connected to universe, and corrupted by them
Lost in yourself, and always living the same fake life.
You know this is true
Everything is real
Maybe we could change a little
Or not?
Sometimes you think otherwise
Can you change?
Maybe you are a wrong
Contorted illusion made by your rage
No control your devotion is in vain
No control is a nightmare again
Your deliverance
Whispers in your ears
Untold secrets, will never let go!
Will your deliverance, be in your grave?
Change yourself before
Our hearts and our souls
If you had one more chance?
Devotion is in vain
Change yourself before
Right now