Verse 1:
In the quiet of my mind
There's a truth I try to hide
But my words, they slip and slide
A parapraxis in the light
Chorus:
Oh, a slip of the tongue,
Reveals where I'm from,
A thought left unsung,
A motive sprung
Verse 2:
Every Freudian slip I make,
It's like my mind's on the break,
Unveiling what's at stake,
With every parapraxis I take
Chorus:
Oh, a slip of the tongue,
Reveals where I'm from,
A thought left unsung,
A motive sprung
Bridge:
Through the cracks of my control,
My secrets start to unfold,
In the slip, the truth is told,
Parapraxes, they never grow old
Outro:
So when I stumble over words,
Know it's more than just absurd,
It's my subconscious, undeterred,
A parapraxis, my voice unheard
