Not In Control

Could you make it any hotter, my dear?

The coat you have for the winter's far too thin

Did you catch and kill with your bare hands?

Did you thread the needle through the sand?

Did you craft the blade to make a knife?

And did you kiss and tell your wife?

Could you make it any clearer, my love?

The one you chose, she chose you back for blood

The times we're in, we gather and hunt

We do it all the while on the run

And the TV's on, we watch in spite

It's a Hunger Games delight

And if time could tell the important things

Like how long left 'til the silver spring

Breaks the bank and floods the room

There's a fire in here and we all lose

And if the blood was thicker, would it run cold

By the time the water hit my soul

And the light would filter through and scold

'Cause the room's on fire and we're not in control

Could they make it any easier to pray?

Mother Nature's working with the CIA

And it's all corrupt, my knees are in the dirt

My hands are clasped, I want it to work

You hear me, God? I need to know

Goddamn, I need to know

And if the time could tell the important things

Like how long left 'til the silver spring

Breaks the bank and floods the room

There's a fire in here and we all lose

And if the blood was thicker, would it run cold

By the time the waters hit my soul

And the light would filter through and scold

'Cause the room's on fire and we're not in control

We're not in control

No, we're not in control

Oh, we're not in control

Oh, we're not in control

Oh, we're not in control