They're all just suicides, in a social way.

I'll never need that dormant time, I'll tell you why.

'Cause I think about it all the time,

I think about ?

I am ?

Sensory ? you [x2]

I don't know why, trust me,

It's bleeding me,

I don't know why, God, it's social suicide.

Sensory overload, what a hell of a time.

Gotta sensory overload, gotta free your little mind,

Free your little mi-i-mind. Oh!

Go!

'Cause I think about ?

I think about ?

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, trust me,

Oh God it's bleeding me,

I don't know, God, it's social suicide.

Sensory overload, what a hell of a time.

Gotta sensory overload, gotta free your mind,

Free your little mi-i-mind, your little....