Going downtown Just cruisin' around strollin' the boardwalk Takin' in the sounds I hang out here I hang out there Just another face Just going nowhere Not really laughing Just copying the crowd What am I doing It's way too loud Why do I do this Why am I compelled Like somebody’s script there's nothing felt Wasting time watching, it Tells you what to know Feels like mind control (what else could it be?) Feels like mind control What else could it be What else could it be I step outside Take in the day Dirt on my boots TV far away I feel much better Under open sky Thoughts get sharper Colors get bright Everything's clearer In the wilderness Feel the breeze Release the stress Why do I do this Why am I compelled Like somebody’s script there's nothing felt Wasting time watching, it Tells you what to know Feels like mind control (what else could it be?) Feels like mind control What else could it be What else could it be I don’t watch it anymore Let the silence breathe instead All that noise on the screen won’t get inside my head (no more) Why do I do this Why am I compelled Like somebody’s script there's nothing felt Wasting time watching, it Tells you what to know Feels like mind control (what else could it be?) Feels like mind control What else could it be Feels like mind control What else could it be What else could it be Copyright © 2026 by The November Son. All rights reserved.
