Too Much Information

All this information in my head

Fills up my brain until I’m dead

And now there’s barely no space left

If I could digitize my mind

Sort out my marbles, more streamlined

I might remember to be on time

If they can build rocket ships

They can take all this shit out of my head

And all this pressure in my skull

It’s filling up, it’s nearly full

And now I’m ready to implode

If they can build rocket ships

They can take all this shit out of my head

This information in my head has got to go