There ain't no room left in my mind
There is no room, left to fantasize
I imagine my way out, of this cubicle life
There is a chance, where you assume, there ain't room

Talking to a voice, on the other end
There's a big mess....message been sent
Through the phone held hostage in your hand
When you're on and when you talk, you leave no room

Keep your silence
Signals, all mute
Your feedback siren
Leaves nothing to choose
Out of touch
Just mono output
A single
Thought
Just mono output

There ain't no room left in my mind
There is no room, left to fantasize