Lyrics Virtual Narcotic - Year Of The Knife

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 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