Can't turn it off
Can't make it stop
Can't staunch the flow

The buzzing
The buzzing

Open to everything
Over-exposure
Land of confusion

The buzzing
The buzzing

Nothing to express
Nothing to express it with
Still this inexplicable need to express

The buzzing

This phantom chatterbox
Does it ever stop?
Does everything start
With destruction?

When will you learn that the medicine doesn't work
Don't want to be lost in the system
Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten...

Stare at the ceiling
Terrorized by consciousness

The buzzing
The buzzing

The happiness industry
With its bland panaceas
Has done nothing for me

The buzzing
The buzzing