Order/Disorder

Do you want disorder?

Well I don't believe you.

I heard you order yourself around "Do this, move that."

Why? Why?

To left and right.

Order disorder.

Well I'll leave you

To arrange your disarray anyway you see fit.

It's criminal how you abide.

That's not the order

In which we do things.

You want the credit and the award

Before the damn things done

Even though, do you even know what the child means?

You wanna turn this world round,

You might start spinning first.

I might have controlled myself now

but maybe I can't now, no

Control myself now

Will be your famous last words.

A fixed form of broken

Will wreck or mend you.

Calculate your short change

just the same, just the same

Keep it on low.

I wanna control it all now,

but lately I cannot

I want to control myself now

I need a famous last word.

This is not your enemy