Sensory Overload

This isn't art, this is suicide, in a social way.

I don't have the need and i don't have the time

I'll tell you why.

'Cause I think about it all the time

I think about what's true and what's lies

I used to think the things in my head were true

Sensory feedback from the things like you [x2]

I don't know why this must be

It's misleading me

I don't know why we'e got a social suicide.

Sensory overload, what a hell of a time.

Gotta sensory overload, gotta tricky little mind,

Tricky little mi-i-mind. Oh!

Go!

'Cause I think about the quivering flesh

I think about this urban mess

Think about playing these games for real.

I wanna write down all the things I feel.

Don't wanna hide from the things I hear.

I don't know why this must be

The guitar's misleading me!

I don't know why we gotta social suicide.

Sensory overload....