out of control

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Title: OUT OF CONTROL

Brace yourself for a sonic dissection of authority. "OUT OF CONTROL" is a dark, industrial assault on the "department of no," exposing the paralyzing fear behind rigid protocols. Manic laughter and ominous bass lines underscore a brutal takedown of those who hide behind bureaucracy, mistaking caution for courage. This is a call to break free from the dusty textbooks and let real healing begin.

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Lyrics:

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[Intro]
[Dark, ominous bass wobbles]
[Manic laughter in the background]
Yeah.
Infection Control.
The department of "No."
The department of "I'm too scared to act, so I'll stop you instead."
Let’s dissect the dissecters.
​[Verse 1]
You walk in the room, temperature drops to zero degrees
Not 'cause you're cool, but 'cause you freeze up and seize
You got a protocol for breathing, a guideline for blinking
But I don't see a single synapse actually thinking
You cloak your hesitancy in layers of rigid text
Terrified of what happens now, scared of what happens next
So you build a wall of "Caution," paint it with "Safety First"
But we all know inside you're just dying of thirst
Thirst for control, 'cause you got none over yourself
You're just a dusty textbook sitting high on the shelf.
​[Chorus]
You mistake inflexibility for strength, you're a fraud
Playing god with a clipboard, expecting us to applaud?
Caution ain't courage, man, you got the definitions twisted
If common sense was a virus, you effectively resisted!
Rudeness ain't knowledge, being a jerk ain't a skill
You’re the type to let a patient die just to test a pill
Hesitation is your weapon, bureaucracy your shield
Get the hell out the way and let the real doctors heal!
​[Verse 2]
"Stop! Don't touch! Did you wash? Did you scrub?"
You treat the ICU like it's a social club
For your ego to trip on, looking down your nose
Striking an intellectual, arrogant pose
But it's hollow, it's empty, it's fear in a mask
You panic anytime you're assigned a real task
So you scream about hygiene, you yell about rules
Mistaking the masters for the stubbornest mules
You think being rude makes you look like a sage?
Nah, it looks like a toddler throwing fits in a cage.
​[Bridge]
[Beat switches to half-time, heavy and distorted]
You say you're protecting the house.
I say you're hiding the mouse.
Squeaking out orders.
Closing the borders.
Of logic.
Of reason.
To you, innovation is treason.
You're not a guardian.
You're a gatekeeper to a graveyard.
​[Verse 3]
You sanitize everything except your attitude
Treating colleagues with zero gratitude
You think you're the firewall? You're just a glitch
A breakdown in the system, a neurotic itch
So cloak your fear, wrap it tight in your gown
While the people with guts actually hold it down.
​[Outro]
[Beat fades]
Sterile.
That's what you are.
No growth. No life. Just rules.
Checkmate.