Battered and courageousnAll eyes on younWe made you some kind of God of warnOn your back awaiting constant salivationnStraight from the snuff film cutting room floornShot by shot cry out, ‘I've had enough’nThe picture’s not done ‘til you lose a pint of bloodnnThis is what I found in the wakenThe message was scratched on the face of his gravenIt goes: we will find the silver lining and make this our ownnIt goes: we will find the silver lining and make this our homennWhere'd that pretty smile go?nYou put it in a box and left it on the side of the roadnThanks for nothingnYou watched the ball dropnThen made a wish on a burnt out starnWhen'd you lose control?nYou woke up one day with swine all over your shorenWe committed our army to younFearless leader, come see this throughnnFar from propheticnNo promise came truenWe lost control, we lost controlnYour name conjures an image of defeatnWe lost control, we lost controlnnThis is what I found in the wakenThe message was scratched on the face of his gravenIt goes: we will find the silver lining and make this our ownnIt goes: we will find the silver lining and make this our homennWe lost control, we lost control, we lost control, we lost control