Текст: Poe. Haunted. Control.

Don't you mess with a little girl's dream
'Cause she's liable to grow up mean

Surprised you to find that I'm laughing?
You thought that you'd find me in tears
You thought I'd be crawling the walls
Like a tiny mosquito and trembling in fear

Well you may be king for the moment
But I am a queen understand
And I've got your pawns and your bishops
And castles
All inside the palm of my hand

While you were looking the other way
While you had your eyes closed
While you were licking your lips
'Cause I was miserable
While you were selling your soul
While you were tearing a hole in me

I was taking control

Now I have taken control
Now I have taken control...

This is beginning to feel good
Watching you squirm in your shoes
A small bead of sweat on your brow
And a growl in your belly you're scared to let through

You thought you could keep me from loving
You thought you could feed on my soul
But while you were busy destroying my life
What was half in me has become whole

While you were looking the other way
While you had your eyes closed
While you were licking your lips
'Cause I was miserable
While you were selling your soul
While you were tearing a hole in me

I was taking control

Now I have taken control
Now I have taken control...

So this is how it feels
To breath in the summer air
The feel the sand between my toes
And love inside my ear
All those things that you taught me to fear
I've got them in my garden now
And you're not welcome here
Come here!

Come a little bit closer
Let me look at you
I gave you the benefit
Of the doubt it's true
But keep in mind my darling
Not every saint is a fool

(Don't) While you were looking the other way
(You mess) While you had your eyes closed
(With me) While you were licking your lips
'Cause I was miserable
(Don't) While you were selling your soul
(You mess) While you were tearing a hole in me

I was taking control

Now I have taken control
Now I have taken control...

Don't you mess with me

Father:
This cannot be all that there is to life, because in our confrontation
with an enormous and cold universe, there is something comical to the idea
that we can really enforce our will on humanity. Power...corrupts!

It's your world. Do with it what you want!
No. That's not the way to do it.
Power...That's not the way to do it.
Paradox
No. It's your world
No. It's your world
No. It's your world
NO!

Control it! Control it!

Daughter :
This is scaring me.

Daughter :
I live at the end of a 5 and 1/2 minute hallway
I live at the end of a 5 and 1/2 minute hallway

Father:
And at the end of it all lies, of course, the final
phenomenon of deterioration - entropy, which is a predictable
deteriortion when the creative energy ceases:
Everything has evolved.

Daughter:
Why are you always so serious?!