Year of the Knife
Virtual Narcotic
[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
I feel psychotic
From this virtual narcotic
And I've grown psychotic
From this, fuck

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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
[Post-Chorus]
Dead
Dead
Motherfucker, you're dead

[Chorus]
I feel psychotic
From this virtual narcotic
And I've grown psychotic
From this virtual narcotic