CONTROL - Lana Diego

[Spoken Intro – cold, sly] “Loudest sob in the room?” “Duh” “Usually the one who wrote the script .” [Verse 1] Polished plot, twisted transcript, trimmed to fit the spin, Facts get waxed, then bent, then filed under “win.” Staged compassion, ration, passion, ration, grief like its out of fashion, Mirrors multiply the myth, chaos dressed as truth. Soft commands with harsher hands — “calm down,” “this way,come on, obey” Craft a maze with phrasing, then they say you’ve lost your way. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 1] One-way river, sympathy, Flows to self exclusively. Stage a wound, repeat the sound — Echo crowned as common ground. ⸻ [Chorus] Control, control — it’s all they crave, But perceived power is just a cage. Control, control — if it slips away, They can’t stand to lose so they twist the play. ⸻ [Verse 2] Victim pose, rehearsed and loud, tears like cheap perfume, Pity’s currency they mint, spend it for you too. Haloed hurt, rehearsed alert, whispered edits sell, Empathy’s a mirror — only faces one direction well. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2] Flicker-facts and shuffled frames, Confusion blooms; that’s how it stays. Every doubt they plant, they water — Watch the question drown the answer. Watch the answer, frown then laughter. ⸻ [Chorus] Control, control — it’s all they crave, But perceived power is just a cage. Control, control — if it slips away, They can’t stand to lose so they twist the play. ⸻ [Bridge – fast, biting, spoken] “Prove it.” / “Forget it.” / “Too much.” / “Too muted.” Shift goalposts mid-sentence, call confusion rooted. Gaslight, guilt-trip, flip the script — “That’s not what I said.” Divide the room, fracture the frame, projection throws the blame instead. ⸻ [Final Chorus – relentless] Control, control — it’s all they crave, But perceived power is just a cage. Control, control — if it slips away, They can’t stand to lose so they twist the play. ⸻ [Spoken Outro – clinical, cutting] “In the end… the puppet strings knot themselves. That’s the trick of control.”