ímbroglio - Senses Fried Lyrics

Rock and roll me until I'm dead
Unless I change my mind before then And I'm hoping I've lots of time
For me to do so

I'm just hoping I won't be alone
And I'll have a place to call home and
All these other things I really think so

But for now I just need a break
I just need some place to escape
My mind is spinning faster than the hour

So much to do so much to think
So much is going on around me
But I cannot control it got no power

And it could be simpler
Everyone should take lessons more
Anything could be so much better
Having fun is not immature

Aggression I can't stand anymore
Actions all the amateurs ignore
And all these small things are the biggest stressors

But that's all that's here thats wrong with this place
And what's the difference of time and space
But that just goes to show all that I know

Sometimes I'll feel real confident Then I find where I really stand
And I can't even think of what to say

I'll regret what I mumble out
When some stupid thoughts come out my mouth
And then I'm having trouble trying to think straight

And even now the things I love
Feel so much different than they should of
Blurring out my thoughts the extreme

All this ruckus all this noise
And kids are told told to make their choices
But it's a little hard now can't you see

And it could be simpler
Everyone should take lessons more
Anything could be so much better
Having fun is not immature

Aggression I can't stand anymore
Actions all the amateurs ignore
And all these small things are the biggest stressors

But that's all that's here thats wrong with this place
And what's the difference of time and space
But that just goes to show all that I know

This dilemma
Under pressure
Welcome to the all new whatever

Trying to find out
What's behind
But this won't last my whole lifetime but until then I got my senses fried

And it could be simpler
Everyone should know less is more
Anything could be so much better
Having fun is not immature

Aggression I can't stand anymore
Actions all the amateurs ignore
And all these small things are the biggest stressors

But that's all that's here thats wrong with this place
And what's the difference of time and space
But that just goes to show all that I know

I guess this is growing up
I blink and realize
While I'm trying to get through this time
I've got my senses fried