Mr. Red Cucumber - Mood

I'm standing still, while the world glitches out
They need expressions, I don't need a route
Too straight, it's too loud to mute
Green on the outside, red and nude
Labels falling off my skin
Get out calories, I count wins
I don't fit your recipe, I'm not food, I'm a frequency
They try to name me, sort me right but
I break the code just by my eyes