Why control me Why do you want to own me Oh what's the use People aren't what they seem Sound of a phone breaks Into a new day The gun in hand Are you really better off So confusing So misleading The room seems cold I see you're afraid of what comes next It's time to relax Not time to expect Don't look at me Nothing is what it seems Like a cold day Drains in every way Confused again With all the voices in your head SO THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE NO NO FEELS LIKE