Burnout 27 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
