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