Control — Paradise Lost

Set you heart at a pace no one could follow

Until its right in the face no one would swallow

We the subtle damned, refuse to follow

And we are determined to control

So many hours in the day in which youll suffer

The saviour you delegate just basks in power

We the subtle damned, refuse to follow

And we are determined to control

Weve lost it all

We breed contempt

With years to go a wealth of debt

A simple retreat