Machines are on the rise
They're closing in
It's getting dangerous
Don't just sit there
Or think you run too slow
I could be your ghost
I can run from you too
This control will never get the best of me again
I will make it out without a sound
This control will never get the best of me again
I will make it out without a sound
Rain falls upon my back
The chill, it scares me
The chill is scary
Blackbird, as you fall to catch your prey
I feel you, I know you're there
Turn on the switch
And keep your eyes open
They won't stop until you're dead
This control will never get the best of me again
I will make it out without a sound
This control will never get the best of me again
I will make it out without a sound
