Self-Control

Self-Control; arch enemy of the modern soul
Nemesis of fun, cork in the blow-hole
Call of the loser, so we fit the mould
Set the world to cruise control and let the good times roll

Who slipped in; breached border control
Which fallen beings broke parole
Spiked the punchbowl and burned the sacred scroll
We bent to drink and got ambushed at the water-hole

Now, what’s the goal of your eternal soul
A future role or sticking your finger in the ozone-hole
Take control, there’s no entry to the book of life by deed-poll
Don’t trade the gift of life to dance around some totem pole

So what, you got rich, piled up stacks of gold
But your heart became a black-hole, like charcoal
Burnt to dust and sprinkled on the steps of shoel
Enrol? I wouldn’t touch it with a barge-pole

Self-control is king, the way to roll
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