This lyrics is wrong : P I have the correct one below:
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 [x2]
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. Oh! Go!
Because I think about the quivering flesh.
Then I think about this urban mess.
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 this must be, the guitar's misleading me!
I don't know why we've got a social suicide.
Sensory overload....
This lyrics is wrong : P I have the correct one below:
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 [x2]
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. Oh! Go!
Because I think about the quivering flesh. Then I think about this urban mess. 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 this must be, the guitar's misleading me! I don't know why we've got a social suicide. Sensory overload....