Do you want disorder? 
Well I don't believe you. 
I heard you order yourself around "Do this, move that." 
Why? Why? 
To left and right. 

Order disorder. 
Well I'll leave you 
To arrange your disarray anyway you see fit. 
It's criminal how you abide. 

That's not the order 
In which we do things. 
You want the credit and the award 
Before the damn things done 
Even though, do you even know what the child means? 

You wanna turn this world round, 
You might start spinning first. 

I might have controlled myself now 
but maybe I can't now, no 
Control myself now 
Will be your famous last words. 

A fixed form of broken 
Will wreck or mend you. 
Calculate your short change 
just the same, just the same 
Keep it on low. 

I wanna control it all now, 
but lately I cannot 
I want to control myself now 
I need a famous last word. 

This is not your enemy