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