"Dopamine"

[4X541N7]

"Dopamines"
By: 4X541N7

Slow the suffering, precious...
Don't open up your veins...
It's not that hard to see...

Wishing that you where special...
Not this perfect nothing...
So conform to the misery...

Don't let them convince you...
To sell your soul...
Just let the dopamines...
Take control...
You have to chase the Devil...
From your smile...
Don't let them suffocate you...
It's not your style...

Don't cry, precious...
Don't cry, sweet-little-nothing...
Don't cry...

Smile into the face of God...
Show your teeth to feral...
Grind them oh-so-slowly...
Then put them to the barrel..
Smile into the face of God...
Show your teeth to feral...
Grind them oh-so-slowly...
Then put them to the barrel..

Don't cry, precious...
Don't cry, sweet-little-nothing...
Don't cry...

Don't let them convince you...
To sell your soul...
Just let the dopamines...
Take control...
You have to chase the Devil...
From your smile...
Don't let them suffocate you...
It's not your style...

Grind you teeth on the barrel...
The bullet is much more your style...
Let the dopamines flow...
And let the bullet open up your smile...