Dopamine
Intentions rarely matter, we are where we have to be
Do you think you have control? Are you really free?
The fire's in your face, I know you feel its heat
You try to put it down, but somehow it's still lit
I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't abstain
From wondering where you are, maybe still behind your bars?
Your memory still pushes dopamine into my veins
While the real you is cutting up my scars.
Are we walking down this road with no beginning?
Or are we staying still and losing our entire meaning
I am guilty of hope I'm punished for my desire
I have seen the zenith now I know there's nothing higher
I wish there was a choice, I wish we had some power
But we're just casualties, we're victims of our final hour
I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't abstain
From wondering where you are, maybe still behind your bars?
Your memory still pushes dopamine into my veins
While the real you is cutting up my scars.
I can hear your pity whispering in my ears
But my venom's gone, is lost in those old tears
I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't abstain
From wondering where you are, maybe still behind your bars?
Your memory still pushes dopamine into my veins
While the real you is cutting up my scars.
Your memory still pushes dopamine into my veins
While the real you is cutting up my scars.
Do you think you have control? Are you really free?
The fire's in your face, I know you feel its heat
You try to put it down, but somehow it's still lit
I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't abstain
From wondering where you are, maybe still behind your bars?
Your memory still pushes dopamine into my veins
While the real you is cutting up my scars.
Are we walking down this road with no beginning?
Or are we staying still and losing our entire meaning
I am guilty of hope I'm punished for my desire
I have seen the zenith now I know there's nothing higher
I wish there was a choice, I wish we had some power
But we're just casualties, we're victims of our final hour
I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't abstain
From wondering where you are, maybe still behind your bars?
Your memory still pushes dopamine into my veins
While the real you is cutting up my scars.
I can hear your pity whispering in my ears
But my venom's gone, is lost in those old tears
I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't abstain
From wondering where you are, maybe still behind your bars?
Your memory still pushes dopamine into my veins
While the real you is cutting up my scars.
Your memory still pushes dopamine into my veins
While the real you is cutting up my scars.
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Writer(s): Andrei Antal Cionta
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