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 Flick the switch to automatic, I want control I want control 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 Flick the switch to automatic, I want control I want control I want control I want control I want control I want control I want control