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 fit sound bites
I found the trouble now it governs my senses,
Oh- I stand saluting to the devil I rejected

I'm afraid, and noone 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 fit sound bites
I found the trouble now it governs my senses,
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 fit sound bites
I found the trouble now it governs my senses,
I stand saluting to the devil I rejected