Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole (to an inharmonic whole)
Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we're in control (though we think we're in control)
Questions and procedures in life are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah

Time is so rock-solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't
Explain why it should slip away ('splain why it should slip away)
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day (rooted in the present day)
Questions and procedures in life are testament of our helplessness
There's no vestige of beginning, no prospect of an end
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah
If you came to conquer you'll be king for a day
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away
And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear:

We have no control
We have no control
We have no control
We do no understand
You have no control
You are not in command
You have no control
We have no control
No control, no control
You have no control

- Bad Religion
"No Control"
No Control (1989)