Don't you mess a little girl's dream 'Cause she's liable to grow up,
Surprised you to find I'm laughin You thought you'd find me in tears You thought I'd be the walls Like a tiny mosquito and in fear
Well, you may be for the moment But I am a queen And I've got pawns and your bishops And castles all the palm of my hand
While you were the other way While you had your closed While you were your lips 'Cause I was
you were sellin your soul While you were tearin a in me
I was control Now I taken control, control Now I have control, control Now I have taken control,
This is beginning to feel Watching you in your shoes A small bead of sweat on brow and a growl In your youre scared to let through
You you could keep me from loving And you you could feed on my soul But while you were busy my life was half in me has become whole
While you were the other way While you had your closed While you were lickin lips 'Cause I was
While you were your soul While you were tearin a in me
I was control Now I have taken control, Now I have control, control Now I have taken control,
So this is how it To in the summer air To feel the sand my toes And inside my ear
All things you taught me to fear I've got them in my now And youre not here, come here
a little bit closer Let me at you I you the benefit Of the doubt, true But in mind, my darling Not every saint is a
you were lookin the other way While you had your closed While you lickin your lips I was miserable
While you were sellin soul While you tearin a hole in me
I was taking Now I have control, I was taking control Now I have taken control, control, Don't you mess me
This be all that there is to life Because in our with an enormous and cold universe There is comical to the idea we can really inforce our will on humanity Power
It's your world, do with it you want No, not the way to do it, power That's not the way to do it, No, your world, no, it's your world No, it's world, no It's your
Its me
And at the end of it all lies of the final Phenomenon of deterioration, Which is a predictable When the creative ceases