Virtual Narcotic - Year Of The Knife

Shut out the world

Where sadness can’t be seen

Fucking your brain with dopamine

Oversaturate to control and divide

Clouding our minds

To market our lives

I feel psychotic

From this virtual narcotic

And I’ve grown psychotic

From this … fuck

You may think that you are alive

But they’ve made you dead on the inside

We touch desensitized

We’re forever enslaved to a device

We are the walking dead

I feel psychotic

From this virtual narcotic

And I’ve grown psychotic

From this virtual narcotic

We feel psychotic

From this virtual narcotic

We’ve grown psychotic

We are the walking dead

Motherfucker you’re dead

I feel psychotic

From this virtual narcotic

And I’ve grown psychotic

From this virtual narcotic