No broken spirit
No yellow heart
No shattered image to fall apart
As the Earth starts to crumble he will fly like a dart
From the deepest cave
Through the rocks that tumble
To the highest mountain
Where he will be saved
No lamb to the slaughter
He’s a man unchained
No broken spirit
No yellow heart
No earthly limits, no water mark
When the fires engulf the jungle
he will slice through a path
For the smoke recoils
And he walks right through the flames
Onto the troubled seas
And back again —
No broken spirit
No yellow heart
No shattered image to fall apart
Control
No broken spirit — no hidden motives
No yellow heart — no starving soul
No shattered image — no tighter order
To fall apart
This is control
The dagger of desire only scrathed this man of steel
God knows if it goes too deep
It’s a three-sided slit that never heals in the heat
No broken spirit
No yellow heart
No shattered image to fall apart
As the Earth starts to crumble he will fly like a dart
From the deepest cave
Through the rocks that tumble
To the highest mountain
Where he will be saved
No lamb to the slaughter
He’s a man unchained
No hidden motive
No starving soul
No tighter order
This is control
No false attachment to the cunning art
It looks like suicide to the naked eye
And I know why
Control…