Cruise Control
Oh mother of invention
Necessity got the best of you
One taste of your poison
It's all it took, it's the old brand new
This is no innovation
You trap me in catch-22
A silver tongue and slight of hand
One, two, three I'm in control of you
And I feel me slip away
I'm no stranger
And I feel my world decay
I'll regret later
Father of maligna
Let the winds have their way with you
From here to Andromeda
Your leveling is overdue
And I feel me slip away
I'm no stranger
And I feel my world decay
I'll regret later
And I feel me slip away
I'm no stranger
And I feel my world decay
I'll regret later
And I feel me slip away
I'm no stranger
And I feel my world decay
I'll regret later
Writer/s: Noah Schill
