No Room

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