Red's a fake-ass tyrant with a god complex, Bleeding for attention in broken effects, Blue's a sad little fraud in a loop of defects, Posting fake depth just to farm some respect. Yellow's a snitch with a spotlight complex, Screaming for love in a viral context, Green's a smug parasite counting ethics, Selling fake virtue like it's metrics. Purple's a scam in a mystical flex, Money-store wizard with bargain effects, Every damn shade is a visual wreck, A loud UI bug that I just reject. You call it art, I call it a glitch, A spectrum infection I'd love to switch. I don't want your toxic RGB, Every damn shade feels wrong to me, Dress me black and white, keep me clinically clean, Hard reset your color disease. Orange is loud but it stays so lame, Recycled trash with a louder name, Pink's a parasite chasing fame, Sticky and fake in a sugar game. Cyan's a clone with a broken name, Blue in denial, same old frame, Magenta screams "I'm art, I'm flame", Nah, just noise in a neon shame. Brown's just bitter in dirt and shame, Beige disappeared, forgot its name, Gold's a poser obsessed with fame, Yellow with money, same damn game. You flood the screen but you say nothing, Too many shades just faking something. I don't want your toxic RGB, Every damn shade feels wrong to me, Dress me black and white, keep me clinically clean, Hard reset your color disease. Black stays quiet, doesn't beg or scream, White stays pure like a sterile dream, Me? I'm stuck in a cursed regime, A walking glitch in a broken theme. Hair like a bug in a shader stream, Corrupted hues in a twisted scheme, I hate every shade that I still beam, A living error in neon gleam. I don't want your toxic RGB, Still it renders inside of me, Call it curse or anomaly, I'm the glitch you can't delete. I don't want your rainbow debris, Still it sticks like a memory, Kill the light, set me free... But it lives inside of me.
