Until I should die, until I should break

Not a god, not a devil my soul shall take

If I should lie to betray myself

Then I would damn myself and my soul forsake

I don't want fifteen minutes, want a whole lot more

Don't wanna suffer the fools and the spoils of war

I don't want fifteen minutes or a reason why

I want a stainless steel road stretching off to the sky

I don't need sentiment, want, or hate on my mind

No crimes of passion or obsessions in kind

No old restraints or momentary thrill

No blood on my hands, no time to kill

I want more body, I want more soul

Flick the switch to automatic, I want control

I want control

I want control

I want control

If I should give in, if I should turn away

Not a god, not a devil my soul could save

I want more body, I want more soul

Flick the switch to automatic, I want control

I want control

I want control

I want control

I want control

I want control

I want control