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They′re all just suicide 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 true and lie
I used to think the things in my head were true
Sensory feedback from the things like you
Sensory feedback from the things like you
I don't know why this must be
It′s misleading me
I don′t know why we've got a social suicide
Sensory overload, what a hell of a time?
Gotta sensory overload, got a tricky little mind
Tricky little mind, yeah-yeah, no
Go!
′Cause I think about the quivering flesh
I think about this urban mess
Think about playing these games for real
I wanna write down all the things I feel
I 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, what a hell of a time?
Got a sensory overload, got a tricky little mind, yeah
Tricky little mind, yeah
No
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Writer(s): Brett W. Gurewitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
