Released: January 1, 2014
Songwriter: Greg Graffin
Producer: Bob Rock
Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole
Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control
Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah
Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't
Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day
Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah
If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away
And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear...
We have no control, We have no control
We have no control, we do not understand
You have no control, you are not in command
You have no control, We have no control
No control. No control, You have no control
Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole
Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control
Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah
Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't
Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day
Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah
If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away
And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear...
We have no control, We have no control
We have no control, we do not understand
You have no control, you are not in command
You have no control, We have no control
No control. No control, You have no control
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- Why Don’t You Get a Job?
- Gone Away
- Bad Habit
- Want You Bad
- Hit That
- Original Prankster
- Americana
- All I Want
- Let the Bad Times Roll
- Gotta Get Away
- Slim Pickens Does the Right Thing and Rides the Bomb to Hell
- She’s Got Issues
- Smash
- Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?
- Hammerhead
- Walla Walla
- Have You Ever
- Staring at the Sun
- We Never Have Sex Anymore