Control - NOCo.

How I wish to have control on my thoughts

But I don’t

How I wish to have your love back

But I don’t, not for now

How I wish to own your smile

But I can’t see your face

How I risk, I risk it all

For control, of my soul

Control

It’s all about control

Every dictatorship has one obsession

And that’s it.

So, in ancient Rome,

they gave the people

bread and circuses.

They kept the populace

busy with entertainment.

But other dictatorships use other

other strategies to control ideas.

The knowledge.

How do they do that?

Lower education.

They limit culture.

Censor information.

They censor any means of individual expression.

And it’s important to remember this,

that this is a pattern

that repeats itself

throughout history.

Okay.

How I wish to see you’re back

But you’re not, and you’re gone

How I wish to have control

of my thoughts,

of my soul,

of your love…

of your love…

of your love…

of your love…