Under Control Remastered

Above the big building the clock strikes twelve. It's the best for you, so his relations said. For years on his life all he has help, Giant banks in with an apple plastic spell. Nobody looks inside him. The skin of his soul is sold. All that they sing gives, patient under control. Able to move only with a wheelchair. Rock-hard of his body is not to repair. Night after night he stays motionless in bed. But can't sleep 'cause his thoughts so sad. Nobody looks inside him. The skin of his soul is sold. All that they sing gives, patient under control. He is sold. What can he do? He is told nothing to. Wasted Dreams won't ever grow. His dreams he hardly knows. Outside the corridor is surrounded snow. The room next door is empty now, another one's Gone. And in the basement dark unable wash himself. He's down between his body pillows where throw him Away. Nobody looks inside him. The skin of his soul is sold. All that they sung was patient under control. He was sold. What could he do? He was told nothing to Do. Wasted dreams won't ever grow. Completes What He Knows. Week for week, month for month, the weather is Turning. Year for year the state of health of Time's defining. From shadow balcony, From French window. Of all his window, why does barely go? Nobody looks inside him. The skin of his soul is sold. All that they sung was patient under control. He was sold. What could he do? He was told nothing to do. Wasted dreams Won't ever grow. God completes what he Knows.