Oh, Brave New World

Every single story told is a weapon of war
I will patronize with hope, scratch slogans on your walls
We could bargain for more, or watch standards surely fall
It’s a criminal defeat, we’re always bruised but never sore
We never sore
So always know
I got control
I got control of my little life
I’m comfortable
I got control
I got control of my little life
I’m comfortable
It’s a bitter pill to the taste, that I swallowed by mistake,
An assumed ignorance won’t be an excuse I’ll ever make
So I’m spinning towards the shore, every time you borrow wars
Trying hard to see the part of death you’re celebrating
Cause I got control, I got control of my little life
I’m comfortable, I own the world
I’ve got the right to sneer at men I’ll never know
I own the world and I got control