Low Control

Bound by loss
Waiting for summer to die
Willing your fate upon her
Sooner or later you’re burning friends
Building hate in your body’s core
Low wages and low control
More anxious with every mile
Will you cover your ears when she cries
If only you could see who you are
Sooner or later your drive is gone
Stomach wrecked and your muscles torn
Low wages and low control
More anxious with every hour
The steel in your heart comes with a price
Comes with a clause...
Each summer feeds off the one before
Until the heat holds the year in place