There were worsd of lust    in these arms of the stranger   And there in silence though were words of no milder   So in thinking of that madness   thet ravage the houghts   in the lonliest of hours      I resist without control      The demand i get from excellence   the void I felt from answering   Not only an addition   it generated need   In these endless nights of frezzing   my weight on the other side      I resist without control   Fell the thethorns of UnControl      Claws the set in sleeps' December   let loose on the verge   Talked to me as strangers once did    The tone was set for winter      Sweet UnControl   Beyond proportion   Into the night   So strike me deeper      Iresist without control   Feel the thethorns of UnControl      The death thet craved no life    now ended   in return   Drifting uncontrolably   Within the night      Sweet UnControl   Beyond proportion   Into the night   So strike me deeper