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

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

Pixelated people talk in low fine 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 fine sound bites
I found the trouble now it governs my senses
Oh, I stand saluting to the devil I rejected, oh-oh, oh-oh

Pixelated people talk in low fine sound bites
I found the trouble now it governs my senses
Oh, I stand saluting to the devil I rejected, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh