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