She's lost control.

 

 But she expressed herself in many different ways,
until she lost control again.
And walked upon the edge of no escape,
and laughed: I've lost control.
She's lost control again.

 I could live a little better with the myths and the lies,
when the darkness broke in, I just broke down and cried.
I could live a little in a wider line,
when the change is gone, when the urge is gone,
to lose control. When here we come.

          
                                 
                                                                                                           (Στη Θαλ.)