Culture was the seed of proliferation but it’s gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole into an inharmonic whole
Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we’re in control though we think we’re in control
Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness
There’s no vistige of beginning no prospect of an end
When we all disintigrate it will all happen again
Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can’t
Explain why it should slip away explain why it should slip away
History and the future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day rooted in the present day
Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness
There’s no vistige of beginning no prospect of an end
When we all disintigrate it will all happen again
If you came to conquer you’ll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away
And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear
We have no control we have no control
We have no control we do not understand
You have no control you are not in command
You have no control we have no control
No control no control
You have no control
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