No Control

by Bad Religion



Culture was the seed of proliferation but it has gotten melded

into an inharmonic whole Consciousness has plagued us and we

cannot shake it though we think we're in control

Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our

helplessness

There's no vestige of a beginning no prospect of an

end (Hutton, 1795)

When we all disintegrate it will all happen again

Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can't

explain why it should slip away

History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we

are rooted in the present day

If you came to conquer you'll be king for a day

But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away

And believe these words you hear when you think your path is

clear...

We have no control We do not understand

You have no control You are not in command



[typed by btanaka@well.sf.ca.us