Manufactured Crisis Control

I’m so confused

About what I’m supposed to do

About my problems

Yeah, They are so new

That I don’t know what to do

And that’s my problem

Yeah, I got a new one

Because the old me

And the new me

Are in a fist fight (Fist fight)

Yeah the old me

And the new me

Are in a fist fight

Fist fight

Fist fight

I’m still confused

Cuz everyone move I make to use

To solve my problems

Yeah, just turns into what I pray is not for you

A brand new problem

You don’t want a new one

Everybody’s got some complicated stuff

They’re working through

So if you are patient with me

I will be patient back with you

Every time I see a photograph of you and me

I know my problem

Yeah, my memory only places lonely me

Before some problem

But I don’t want to live there

Yeah

Stuck in the future