Creative Control Letra

then maybe you can be like god,
and direct all of us around

I hate making up these god dam songs,
of the agony and twisted lies we've shown,
I direct every single word to you,
too prove how much you've put me through
Images break my sensitive mind,
of you and I at such good times
Stopping at the 7'11's, and the malls we spent our last true thoughts
then I see how much has changed...
It just proves that time is a deadly weapon upon us all

Douse the old times with gasoline,
light your match of flames I see
Slash out all your blood and feelings,
of what I am to your own meaning
Use your creative control,
take out what I told,
rip off your angel's halo,
replace whats left with hell

It's sad how the violence tears us apart,
but how am I sad about that?
You'll find a way to get back at me,
but how am I sad about that?
You sacrifice your whole fucked up life,
to turn mine into a living hell
What the fuck is wrong with your own soul,
I believe its just the creative control

Douse the old times with gasoline,
light your match of flames I see
Slash out all your blood and feelings,
of what I am to your own meaning
Use your creative control,
take out what I told,
rip off your angel's halo,
replace whats left with hell

My feelings have left with out the meth,
you say it just feels good, but its the start of death
You wonder why I am gone today?
I listened to what you had to say
You said drugs are better for those who are brave,
but you've left me to rot in my grave...