Analysis of Not in Control

They are so loud, hello? Who's there? As my head fills with fear. Just too many voices that I do hear.

All jumbled together taunting, screaming, laughing and crying, slow deep breaths stay calm it's hard but I'm trying.

What's happening?  Up/down, left/right, foward/ backwards, am I coming or going?
Impossible to move without me knowing.

I have no control and that's the thing, like I'm someones puppet on a string.

Barely holding on yet my grip is tight, growing weak and tired no strength to fight.

What I would give not to hear the voices and be rid of my master, any price I will pay to end this disaster.

Help, Help, Help me please, silence them all , cut the strings, release my soul into the breeze.

Lite as a feather stiff as a board, the voices my master they are no more.

Free, Free, Free at last,  nothing but  memories now left in the past.

Why is it so dark here? So quiet? Why am I as cold as ice?  Oh damn that's right, with my life I paid the price.