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Gravity Lens - Surrender Control From the Album Surrender Control - Live in Studio facebook.com/gravitylensmx Recorded at Tec Monterrey Camera: Rafa Quiroga - Guillermo Rodríguez Editor: Rafa Quiroga Recording and Mixing Engineer: Omar Soto Mastered at Alter Studios Monterrey by Alan Flores Lyrics: You carve out a name, and you find You can't change a single line You get by 'til they erase you, manipulate you, spit in your face You were born, in this age And You've got no space left on this page, you get by What is it worth? You scratch your name in to the Dirt Outside the frame, we are painting On a wall under the highway If you stray, from the lines they'll say Who are you supposed to be? You carve out a name, and you find You can't change a single line You get by 'til they erase you, manipulate you, spit in your face You were born, in this age And there's not much space left on this page, you get by What is it worth? You scratch your name in to the Dirt Outside the frame, we are painting On a wall under the highway If you stray, from the lines they'll say Who are you supposed to be? Don't try to tell me that it's not fair The meaning of the word was always clear Seems to me it all depends on when and where you were born The blood in your veins, the gift of your name But you all look the same, to me Do we slide back with the dawn When it's over, or do we gone To the cold and alone where it lasts forever There's only one way to know and it doesn't concern you You've got two ways to go You surrender control I scratch through paint Take a piece away, under my fingernails Wash my hands, but it stains The black on my fingers, the burn of the string, yeah the rope burn The feeling that I should've let go, instead of holding on Yeah I should have let go, instead of holding on You surrender control