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....