Overplayed, and overworking these days Get no relief it’s too much to take Underpaid, and under pressure these days I don’t receive for what I create
Pixelated people talk in low-fi sound bites I found the trouble now it governs my senses Oh I stand saluting to the devil I rejected
I’m afraid, and no one knows it these days I hide behind the smile on my face I need to escape, but can’t find the road out these days Each time I turn to run, someone stands in my way
Pixelated people talk in low-fi sound bites I found the trouble now it governs my senses Oh I stand saluting to the devil I rejected
Pixelated people talk in low-fi sound bites I found the trouble now it governs my senses Oh I stand saluting to the devil I rejected
Is it all in my head? All in my head Is it all in my head? All in my head
Pixelated people talk in low-fi sound bites I found the trouble now it governs my senses Oh I stand saluting to the devil I rejected
Pixelated people talk in low-fi sound bites I found the trouble now it governs my senses Oh I stand saluting to the devil I rejected