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…