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