every single story told is a weapon of war i won t patronise with hope scratch slogans on your walls we could bargain for more or watch standards surely fall it s a criminal defeat we re always bruised but never sore never sore so always know that i got control i got control of my little life i m comfortable a pill bitter to the taste that i swallowed by mistake an assumed ignorance won t be an excuse i ll ever make so i m spinning towards the shore full of tales of foreign wars trying hard to see the part of death you re celebrating i got control i got contol of my little life i m comfortable i own the world i ve got the right to sneer at men i ll never know i own the world i got control the beginning is tied into the end
['alternative emo', 'melodic hardcore', 'uk pop punk']