Control

[Creakle]

Next to nothing
drowning in pleasure, the import of treasure
Down the golden road
nothing shines

Hold on to your seat;
it gets rough sometimes

The gray sounds might matter less
when wine is seeping from your mind
Agree with logic, and sift through sorrow
when the past is plain in sight

I know
whether for a million when you sigh
I should forget myself
and fly away on my own

 

[Doppelganger]

Yeah, nice.

Flows very well!!!