There is a power I hold
that I can not use to find
the secrets I wish to unfold
Ask me how it feels to love something
and to be in control
if I control what I love
then why am I asking for more?
This cold light casts like a shadow upon my face
every question I've asked has been answered
besides the one that I asked first
and that's the worst
to see these people run in circles
to wish that you had on of your own
how nice it would be to be loved
We get ahead of ourselves at times
speeding like racecar drivers
risking out lives to get the gold
So you ask me how it feels to control
well it's an addictions that inspires the power
you may think that your slaves feel like slaves
but the only real slave is you.