Virtual Narcotic Songtext
von 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 still 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

Dead
Dead
Motherfucker, you′re dead

I feel psychotic
From this virtual narcotic
And I've grown psychotic
From this virtual narcotic