Rip-Off Game

Sometimes I find myself talking in my sleep

Talking to myself about mental strategies

And insecurities

I will try to hide my mediocrity

With mental strategies

And infantilities

Malware sent from cupid

Desire theories

Like hidden messages full of conspiracies

I can't see the colors

Of our souls

Underneath all of our layered, layered clothes

Run slow, slow down

Run slow, slow down

Sometimes I find myself

Talking to myself about productivity in art facilities

Sometimes you find yourself

whispering in my ear

Some secret melodies

In a tone of peace

I can't see the colors

Of our souls

Underneath all of our layered, layered clothes

Run slow, slow down

Run slow, slow down

Run slow, slow down

Run slow, slow down

I can't see the colors

Of our souls

Underneath all of our layered, layered clothes