A perfect candidate for the experiment A desperate man a lifetime late A portrait of a broken soul He lost it all by his own fault Hesitated, he couldn't decide So hard to tell the wrong from right He thought about it every night Measuring the pressure from outside And his wishes Now it's so hard to believe this No control at all he feels it On his skin it's not a dream He could have been, he could have done He could have saved himself from drowning A wictim of fate, and now it's too late He's always late, too bad You're all wrong It's not inside my head On the night that I was born I saw everything You're all wrong The choice was never yours Everything is written down And there's no control We have no control at all