Testo Control

There's busy streets in busy towns
Full of busy people hurrying around
I don't wanna join them, that much I know
I wanna remain in some control

Control

I feel this rage at everyone around Instead of picking me up they drag me down
To the point where I cant move
And I can't breathe cos I got no control

Control

But there's no way to avoid
Becoming hectic and paranoid
Junk and crap we're always sold
We're losing grip cause we got no control

Control