Текст песни The Concealed Creator - Cradle

They think I'm clouded with fear
To me they can't adhere
A pill to con jumble my head
They want me dead

It controls me
Uncontrollably free
Eventually
Makes my mind a loyal servant

And when I start to feel again
Mood swings life's out of hand
I know I'm not insane
To kill me you'll need better aim

It controls me
Uncontrollably free
Eventually
Make's my mind a loyal servant

It controls me
Uncontrollably free
Eventually
Make's my mind a loyal servant

It's up to me in the end
My mind should be my friend
But hey I won't complain
After all it's just one big game

It controls me
Uncontrollably free
Eventually
Makes my mind a loyal servant