(Verse 1)

I wake up overstimulated before I even move,

lights too bright, sounds too loud, air feels fucking rude.

My skin crawls, my thoughts collide,

every small thing hits like a goddamn landslide.

People talk and I hear everything at once,

tone, pauses, lies, intentions — overload punch.

I’m not fragile, I’m flooded, there’s a difference, shit,

my brain doesn’t filter — it just lets it all hit.

(Pre-Chorus)

Every notification feels like an attack,

every expectation another snap in my back.

They say “calm down,” like calm is a switch —

I’d flip it if I could, you ignorant bitch.

(Chorus)

There’s too much fucking noise in my head,

every thought screaming till I want them dead.

I’m not violent — my brain is,

firing signals like it hates me.

I don’t rest, I don’t reset,

I just dissociate and fucking pretend.

This isn’t stress — this is overload,

my mind eating itself till it fucking explodes.

(Verse 2)

I drop shit, forget shit, lose track mid-sentence,

get pissed at myself for existing this messy.

I’m hyper-aware then completely gone,

too tuned in, then suddenly numb as fuck.

I hear clocks, breathing, electricity hum,

like the world’s too loud and I can’t outrun.

Every emotion comes in raw and uncut,

no warning label, no “this might be too much.”

(Pre-Chorus)

I don’t choose chaos — chaos chooses me,

sets up camp in my nervous system rent-free.

I try to function, smile, comply,

while my brain’s throwing knives from the inside.

(Chorus)

There’s too much fucking noise in my head,

thoughts overlapping till I’m seeing red.

I’m not lazy, I’m not weak,

I’m overwhelmed beyond my fucking peak.

I don’t slow down — I glitch, I freeze,

then hate myself for the fucking debris.

This isn’t drama, this isn’t a phase,

this is my mind stuck in permanent overdrive rage.

(Bridge — PSYCHOTIC, DISCONNECTED)

I don’t know which thought is mine.

I don’t know which feeling is real.

Everything’s urgent.

Nothing matters.

I want silence

but silence feels loud too.

(Verse 3)

I snap at people I don’t want to hurt,

then drown in guilt like I deserve the dirt.

I isolate to stop the bleed,

then feel abandoned — classic fucking me.

I can’t prioritize, everything’s loud,

every task screams like it’s do-or-drown now.

I’m tired of explaining, tired of masks,

tired of pretending this shit doesn’t crack.

(Final Chorus)

There’s too much fucking noise in my head,

and I’m one bad day from losing the thread.

I don’t need fixing, I need relief,

I need my brain to stop beefing with me.

If I seem distant, angry, or dead,

it’s ’cause I’m busy surviving my own fucking head.

This isn’t weakness — it’s war in my skull,

and I’m still standing…

barely functional.

(Outro)

If I go quiet,

it’s not peace.

It’s containment.