Evening come and you pull out your hidden razor
You're engulfed and lose your vision in the haze of
Dopamine
You look at me and see a face of
Somebody
Another somebody
You look afraid
Have the barricades really decayed
You're running lemonade at 36 degrees centigrade
Inside your lemon veins
And your heart's a lemon grenade
You think I'm playing charades
Masquerade
But this machine just needs and upgrade
In your dreams you see yourself forever weaving
Holy webs
You wake up looking at the ceiling
Dopamine is coursing through your head and leaving
Emptiness
It's leaving emptiness
You feel betrayed
Oh I hate to rain on your parade
But as you know, disasters often come
In great cavalades
Your mind begins to fade
Thought that you were made in the shade
Neither a serenade
Nor a tirade
The melody of your cascade
Have your barricades really decayed?
Your running lemonade at 36 degrees centigrade
Inside your lemon veins
And your heart's a lemon grenade
You think I'm playing charades masquerades
But this machine just needs and upgrade