For those worried I'd gone all soft...some of the heavy stuff on the subject of dopamine addiction...
White sheets without emotion
Soaking up your fever
Watching from the corner of your eye
Floating round in circles
Your limbs as flailing cleavers
Thrashing with the torment in your eye
The pulse of failed addiction
Scratching at the ceiling
With the needles of desire
Tomorrow never knows what today would bring
The day before the aftermath
The eve of all the yesterday's bitter sting
Words, music & production by dB
Vocal, guitars, bass, programming dB
