Control was initially about O.C.D., but as I was writing, it became more about conflicted feelings, being trapped in a loop…a series of small observations about, really, anything that makes you feel like you have a limited mind. It's about fearing the inert – staying in one place, being barely alive, yet somehow being attracted to that feeling. Enjoying the soothing aspect of repetition, while also hating it at the same time. I guess it's about being stuck in one thought, but I could be wrong. I could be wrong. It's very curious – sometimes you don't become aware of the actual meaning of a song until long after you've written it, or more accurately, long after writing, you become aware of many levels of meanings that you had not been originally aware of.
I think I write a lot about that idea, about being a human trapped in their mind, a mind trapped inside a universe, a universe that might just be an illusion, a universe that might be someone else's idea, a universe that might be the idea of someone else who is trapped inside of another person's idea! You feel like your minds trapped in one fragment of one point in a lost and long gone memory. Just that one moment in your history. And all you dream of is to be some sort of superior species…one beyond human need, but with the benefits of empathy.