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,Because I think about it all the time,
I think about what's true and what's lies,
I used to think things in my head were true, sensory feedback,
From things like you,
sensory feedback from things like youI don't know why this must be
The guitar's misleading meSensory overload, what a hell of a time
Gotta sensory overload, gotta free your little mind
Free your little mind, hello, go'Cause I think about [Incomprehensible]
I think about you and I
Think about playing these games for real
I wanna write down all the things I feel
I don't wanna hide from the things I hearI don't know why, trust me, oh God it's bleeding me
I don't know why, you're social suicideGotta sensory overload, what a hell of a time
Gotta sensory overload, gotta free your mind
Free your little mind, your little