You Won't Like the Sound - Ben Kenney

You got nothing to say and i got nothing to lose

I’m sick of feeling trapped by my own rules

Cause there’s a sense of control that i lose

I got my own opinions i got rights to abuse

I got reasons to fear the things that i shouldn’t do

I got this evil streak in me that wants to prevail

But i keep it cool

I’m sick of feeling trapped by my own rules

Cause there’s a sense of control that i lose

So don’t bring me down cause you won’t like the sound

It’s as if i’m a kite attached to my past

On the sand, on the ground

I feel as if i’m flying somewhere always not around

Don’t fool yourself

You speak too fast

The subtlety like most your life

Was never meant to last

The future days unfold me

But my history down upon the ground forever gets to hold onto me

Onto me

Onto me

I’m sick of feeling trapped by my own rules

Cause there’s a sense of control that i lose

So don’t bring me down cause you won’t like the sound