Текст песни Sensory Overload (Common Cold) - bookworm.

My world's like: "Woah! Sensory overload"
My flow is like: "Yo! Don't get caught in the undertow"
My brain is like: "Did you know there's a hole in the Ozone though?"
My friends are like: "Yeah, but that's just part of the show!"
I'm like: "But nobody knows"
They're like: "Nobody cares"
I'm like: "Is nobody home?"
They're like: "Nope, nobody's there"

Let me get a tall drink of something anything
PLEASE! Water, vodka
Leave altered, shocked, hot
Sweating, heavy breathing
Left and wheezing
Right and freezing
By bejeezus
Kinda teasing the idea of heaving before heading to heaven
Or through space
And false colours represent true taste
Move ways to improve traits
Do time, due haste
My rhyming caste
I've been laced
Find your place or get the fuck out my face human waste

I'd like to think that everybody is a robot
But I dunno if they are and I dunno if they're not
And if they are how do I know I'm not like Deckard
Or something like Descartes, "I think therefore I art"
I blink therefore I'm not
I sink to forward thought
And backwards regulations that hurt metastasis
Displaced faces in a houseful of vases
While I'm drinking Red Bull with a head full of bile
A dead honest smile
I can't lie or I haven't for a while
But my hair is still growing
The chair is still broken
So can I identify it? Or does it defy my idea?
My bologna, my ikea
My middle name in middle earth
Little fame, little perks
Silly game, plenty work
Pity pains, penny worth
Mitigate hidden mirth
Sit on planes in the birth canal
And I was heard in the world foul
Like the homie Mogli and how many told me I was supposed to drown?
Ain't that profound?
(Ain't it)

So check the Blooper reel
How does it feel?
I got a headache in my tongue, go club a seal
I'm from the North Side the ice cream, while I scream
At Everybody (Everybody) sinning
Cuz there's No Winning
While the sky is rising, Au Leve Du Ciel
Meeting our demise when all the eyes went
To focus on the Rat Race
Slap you in the wack face, you fuckin Sleaze Beeping
While we Caligari creepin'
I'm a Virus when it seeps in
Crickets are creekin'
And there's a leak in my word distillery
No C.O.Ds but don't pity please
This my Therapy
Til the whole world Kicks Rocks to my Sonata
Yada Yada, something odder'll leave you shivering in the Cold
It's time to cure the Common ailments of Sensory Overload