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 lie
I used to think things in my head were true
Sensory feedback from things like you…
Sensory feedback from things like you.

I don´t know why this must be,
The guitar´s misleading me.
I don´t know why, I´ve got a social suicide
From a sensory overload
It´s a hell of a time
Got a sensory overload
Got a tricky little mind
Tricky little mind
Little…
Go!

I think about the quivering flesh
Then I think about the urban mess
It makes my mind begin to reel
I don´t understand all the things I feel
I don´t want to hide from the things I hear

I don´t know why this must be,
The guitar´s misleading me.
I don´t know why, I´ve got a social suicide
From a sensory overload
It´s a hell of a time
Got a sensory overload
Got a tricky little mind
Tricky little mind
Tricky little…