Control کے بول

You can’t stain my skin with your thick, too coarse body I wipe you away but you cling to me Like you’re afraid to lose but it’s killing me Seep into my vein Your oil bleeds in I can feel my fear dwelling deep within You leave a bad taste in my mouth This won’t get the best of me, the best of me You leave a bad taste in my mouth This phobia can’t control me, control me How can I run from this leech Attached by my teeth Stretched so far back now I can’t reach Unfortunately now I can see It’s sucking out my sanity gradually You leave a bad taste in my mouth This won’t get the best of me, the best of me You leave a bad taste in my mouth This phobia can’t control me, control me This phobia is toxic Catastrophic within my inner self I’ve lost my pride trapped on the inside A phobic life is purgatory That’s it that’s end of story A phobic life is purgatory That’s it that’s end of story You leave a bad taste in my mouth This won’t get the best of me, the best of me You leave a bad taste in my mouth This phobia can’t control me, control me Control me, control me