Lyrics:

Until I should die, until I should break
Not a god, not a devil my soul shall take
If I should lie to betray myself
Then I would damn myself, and my soul forsake

I don't want fifteen minutes want a whole lot more
Don't want to suffer the fools and the spoils of war
I don't want fifteen minutes, or a reason why
I want a stainless steel road stretching off to the sky

I don't need sentiment, want, or hate on my mind
No crimes of passion or obsessions in kind
No walls, restraints, or momentary thrill
No blood on my hands, no time to kill

I want more body, I want more soul
Make the switch to automatic, I want control

I want control

If I should give in, if I should turn away
Not a god, not a devil my soul could save
I want more body, I want more soul
Make the switch to automatic, I want control

I want control