Sadistic hypocrisy You put me through hell and i let you Before i learned how to speak Drove me mad with desire Took advantage cause i was too weak Now the confusion
control of the transmitter. Its just chaos everywhere. We are nearing the Bearing Strait right now and we're coming in over Denmark. Its- Its really beautiful up here. There's
confusion When no one's your friend except needles and addictions Without your enemies and your problems you'd feel alone But I guess that's why we write fiction Limping through life, pointing at beauty
Release your disbelief Know that He?s real Hope in the invisible Allows His beauty to be revealed How do these illusions Control your life? Untangle all confusion
ladies and my girls at nakturnal Grab your journal... it's eternal... See if you feel this... [Verse 1:] The fear isnt out there, no ma it's just love
seen those (Blinded) By the beauty and the beat that her cheeks make when they speak to me Back turned, gaining distance, I feel less free She's really
me) 'Til there's nothing left ('til there's nothing left) Guess you can't love me baby Like I deserve, naw Spoken word: They say love is beautiful I'
caught in your high You put my world in a beautiful rhyme My love for you is makin' news, it's makin' headlines Baby, you know that you control me You
so aliiiiive. Ready to let love back into my soul. In the beauty, in the music, it's time to lose control of control. (Chorus 2x) Control, control. Control, control
pretty face or beautiful shape I look the other way cuz they ain't messing with you And everybody tell me that they confused They say What's got into
is time to let you go. I swear its not what you think This place confuses me I swear its not what you see I swear its not what's meant to be This place confuses
coming in over Denmark. Its- Its really beautiful up here. There's really no word to describe the sensation of outer space travel, I'll tell you what. There's
sync with my heart and I'm losing control, I'm sorry for causing confusion, I'll never be happy unknown, There's so much you do, that gets me confused
are out to beat you Grab on to what you can scramble for Don't let the tears linger on inside now 'Cause it's sure time you gained control If I can
and I know I sit and listen to all the little drama All the who's baby mama, who's addicted to blah, blah, blah Who gives a fuck it's probably all a big
it whirls When it twirls Two little beautiful girls Lookin' puzzled, in a daze I know it's confusing you Daddy's always on the move Mama's always on the
The sense of taste affects your waist Which makes five senses in all There's a sixth sense, too but it's hard to explain It's a psychic connection that's
work all those controls in there? That's really fantastic . . . Phyllis: Oh, it's nothing. Don: All of those buttons and switches . . . Phyllis: It's nothing. Look, look what's
