Colour-blind, rip me.

"I wanna cut out my tongue and let ya' hold onto it for me
'Cause without my skill to amplify my sounds it might get boring
I've got the wit of the staircase with atomic clock precision
And the phases of the moon directin' all of my decisions like this
When I need to know, I play dumb like Columbo
And get my feelin's hurt and move to NY like I'm Dumbo
Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?
To not even know what you are doing, or care about yourself or your species in the billions"