Sensory Overload

It ain't art, it's 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
Sensory feedback from the things like you

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 mi-i-ind
Tricky little mi-i-ind
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
I don't wanna hide from the things I hear

I don't know why this must be
Guitar's misleading me!
I don't know why we gotta social suicide

Sensory overload, what a hell of a time
Gotta sensory overload, gotta tricky little mind
Tricky little mi-ind
Oh!