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 [bad word]  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