Honey Gold and Gina Valentina
Stir 'em with your coke spoon
It makes the taste sweeter when you come
Through that door electroshock therapy
Le Petit Mort
The Little Death from which you were created
Is now what's got you feeling sedated
And depleted when just a moment before
It was everything you needed
To release it
Oh and then it's gone
Until it just reforms again
You know what it's like
How it just kind of tires you out
How it just kind of puts that fire out
I don't even really need to tell you
When that external stimuli fades
Call me Ishmael when I inhale set sail
With my harpoon trained on that white whale
Pulled into my lungs and now I'm zonin'
Bring the onrush of dopamine and serotonin
The chemical reaction
An artificial link for an inch of satisfaction
Oh baby you've unlocked your mind
But you know it's gonna ask a little more
From you next time
Dionysus even words of praise
Fall from your vine and make sleep for days
The lotus eater lost in space
What if I just close my eyes
And never wake?