Virtual Narcotic

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
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 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